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[platypus]

I feed Toeffe his stinky canned food every morning before work, so he'll tolerate being locked in the den all day. He knows the routine, of course, and starts begging when he sees me brushing my teeth.

Yesterday morning, Ken got up earlier than I did, and he was feeding Toeffe as I was looking for breakfast. Ken made up a bowl of food and took it into the den, and Toeffe followed him, purring. A minute later, I opened a can (of something other than cat food). At the sound, Toeffe abandoned his bowl and came running back into the kitchen expectantly. Conditioning is a strange thing. Ken showed him his food (again) and he was happy (again).

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[arielblue.livejournal.com]

But what if there had been TWO FOODS? Then he would have HAD to run into the kitchen for Food Number Two!

hee. I sometimes give Mudpup his canned food in the living room, and when I go to pick up the empty bowl later on, Bear sees me picking up a bowl and almost always he races over to check it out. It just completely goes against his world view that a bowl could EVER be EMPTY.

[swerve.livejournal.com]

Bwah! Sometimes when I pick up Cricket's water dish to rinse it out and refill it, she gets excited and bats at my arm, as if expecting the dish to come back filled with something edible.

Cats are endlessly interesting. (I'm becoming a crazy cat lady.)