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Edited on Sun Mar-19-06 06:00 PM by JulieRB
We have an alpha female that is ten years old and eight pounds of fresh hell. She's not the problem -- well, usually not. The problem is her two 20+ pounds Maine Coon brothers. Mojo, our older Maine Coon (he's almost four,) slept between us every night when he was a kitten. We thought it was cute. It's not quite so cute now, especially when he's spinning like a top so he can get comfortable (otherwise known as trying to push one of us off the side of the bed.) How long is he? He can pull items off the top of a 36" high counter with his paws.
If there is a hole invisible to the naked human eye in the bottom of their bowl, they are STARVING TO DEATH, and we must remedy the situation at once. "At once" usually means about 3:30 AM. If we don't get up and fill the bowl, a variety of unpleasant things happen, typically capped off with one of us receiving a furry butt in the face, or having one's sternum jumped on full force. They are awake when the sun rises, and we must be, too. They settle down for a mid-morning nap and wake up again in time for us to come home from work. They ignore us for at least the first hour we're home for having the temerity to leave the house in the first place.
Oscar, our three year old Coonlet, starts demanding we go to bed about 9:30 PM. He attempts to "herd" us upstairs as well. If we don't do what he wants, he becomes more insistent and much more annoying till he gets what he wants.
I never thought my life would be run by a group of felines. Actually, it could be a lot worse.
Julie
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