Back when Miss Kitty was still alive and well here on the hill, I began buying canned cat food because she didn’t seem to have the strength to eat the crunchy stuff. If you somehow missed the tale of “Miss Kitty”, you should read this. "End of an Era" (be sure you have a tissue…it’s sad)
The Boss insisted that the DOGS were eating the cat food. I had suspected as much, but we had no hard evidence. Occasionally, a dog would brush past us while we were doing chores, but either one of them just hurried back out the door…and at first we never suspected…we never gave them a second thought.
But, one day, something about the whole thing seemed more than a little suspicious.
By the times the cats finish with the food, there is at most a tablespoon left in the bottom. Why the dogs even bother is beyond me, but they both have a true weakness for all things feline.
They seemed to be taking turns. Jed would get it and then Ellie. They weren’t fighting over it at all. I guess they were just putting one over on the humans.
Since the Boss is almost as soft-hearted as I am (oh, don’t tell), he devised a system so that the cats got their food and the dogs just ate “clean-up”. Now, Jed and Ellie know that they can’t come in the barn to eat until we allow it…and yes, they get the can.
Now, if we could just get them to pick up after themselves!