I get perfectly normal cats and then I ruin them. They turn into divas. Demanding and particular. Or maybe they are just cats settling in.
I have done it again. Sasha wasn’t a fussy eater. I liked that. The other three are.
Gracie will only eat one thing and she grazes. She would rather starve than eat something she doesn’t want. Morgan and Mollie don’t always eat when I feed them. They prefer kibble. That means that wet food sits around for a while.
Sasha ate Friskies which is what she was fed at her foster home. She loved it there.
The others split two Fancy Feast cans a day. Sasha started to finish up everyone’s food. Sometimes she didn’t wait until they were finished pushing them out of the way. I had to be a food monitor. (Flashback to high school!)
Initially Gracie had some food aggression but as she learned that there was enough and she could con me out of giving her more, she eased up. The other cats wait politely if they want to snack on someone else’s food. Sasha wasn’t getting that message. She flunked charm school.
For a few days she refused to eat Friskies until
she stole all the Fancy Feast was gone and there was no hope of more. (Of course this happens when I have a half case of Friskies left.)
There must be a flavor difference between the two despite the fact that they are both chicken pieces in gravy made by the same company at the same plant.
I gave up all sense of being in charge and changed her to Fancy Feast, same as the others. The food aggression has stopped. She eats all of her own food first. She is always willing to clean up anyone else’s dish but she will wait until they are done.
Peace reigns again (except that I can’t get her to share the feather toy with Gracie).