So, we're instituting some new rules based on some advice I got from some friends. No more cats in my bedroom at night. I need my sleep to function and if I have to use ear plugs to get over their whining at first, so be it.
Feeding time is a set time or times I guess. Then the food goes up so no one will try to eat anyone else's food. And I need to find a way to trim Cleo down. She's got arthritis (well she is like 12) and I think she would be better off trimmer. She doesn't do much anyway so she really doesn't need to eat a whole lot.
And I'm getting a water bottle. When the fight or hiss at each other, they're getting hit with a spray of water. I've actually seen them legitimatly fight today. Not cool. I will not let my life be run by a couple of narcissistic, drama queen cats. I'm the only one that gets to be a narcissistic drama queen in my apartment. :)
This post - and your previous post - just confirm that I never want pets. Seriously.
ReplyDelete