Well, it seems that Enzo has some new tricks up his sleeve. I tell you, that little butthead is too smart for his own good. There is no limit to what he'll do for food.

They get their wet food breakfast in the morning, a little bit of dry food right after that, and then in the evening I give them a little bit more dry food. All because I'm trying to help them lose a little weight. Well, Enzo obviously feels his belly needs more than that to be satisfied. In the afternoon, when the dry food from the morning is depleted, he starts banging the dishes together. It seems he has discovered that the ceramic dishes we use for the dry food make a wonderful (read ANNOYING) noise when knocked together. At first softly, just a little clanging here and there. Then he gets more insistent, soft clanging more frequently. Then he goes all out. "Clang! Clang! Clang!", "FEED ME!", "Clang! Clang! Clang!". It's like he is ringing a dinner bell.

I was not giving him more food. He doesn't need it. So I put the bowls in a cupboard and told him to hold his horses. We played for a bit, and I assumed he forgot about his belly.

A couple minutes later I hear a banging noise in the hallway. What the heck is that!? Upon closer inspection I find Enzo knocking against the linen closet door, where we keep the dry food. I asked him what the heck he was doing. He just looked at me with this face that read, "Look at the lengths you make me go to just to eat some kibble. You evil woman!"

So, being the pushover that I am, I broke down and gave him a handful of food. What cat slave could resist that pitiful face?

Copyright © Rebecca Parkin
February 7, 2001