It annoyed her but the girls do what they want and they always will. For years they had to eat on the kitchen table because if there food wasn't up high they would have starved and our old dog would have been the size of a Volkswagen. When I first got them, their food was on the floor and "they" cleaned their dishes out in no time. I figured they must be really hungry so I gave them more. Then I caught the dog hoovering up every drop and the dishes were moved.
I had to feed Maddie on the table so I could keep Phoebe out of her food - it was easier to guard it that way.It annoyed her but the girls do what they want and they always will. For years they had to eat on the kitchen table because if there food wasn't up high they would have starved and our old dog would have been the size of a Volkswagen. When I first got them, their food was on the floor and "they" cleaned their dishes out in no time. I figured they must be really hungry so I gave them more. Then I caught the dog hoovering up every drop and the dishes were moved.
My last cat, Krista, I would feed her raw food on the kitchen counter. I figured if she was going to fling food (and she did), it would be better to clean up raw food off my coffee maker than search for it under the stove.
Krista was a power flinger!My last cat, Krista, I would feed her raw food on the kitchen counter. I figured if she was going to fling food (and she did), it would be better to clean up raw food off my coffee maker than search for it under the stove.
I have placemats on the floor for Phoebe and Daisy - since they’re on dry food it’s easy to put it back on their plates that way. Daisy sometimes sits on the kitchen bench to hint she wants wet food (not often, sadly - I don’t think she’s going to convert to an all-wet diet) so I call it Bench Food.
Krista was increasingly becoming toothless in her senior years (FORLs) until I found a dentist willing to proactively remove the rest ("Make this the last dentist appointment she'll ever need.") By that video, she was completely toothless. Starting with Krista and continuing with Betty (though it took awhile to convince her that it was okay), I definitely enjoy and prefer cats on the counters. But only the side that I prepare their food (and my coffee) on. The other counter has the stove and microwave and that one is off limits. Krista had a hard time with that distinction. But Betty is a pro. She came with her own house rules. She never comes into the kitchen on the ground. The only time she'll come into the kitchen is on the allowed counter. Such a smart and principled sweetie!Krista was a power flinger!
