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Yesterday I picked up several cans of different flavors of cat food to see if maybe my two would like a change.
I opened two cans at random and set them down a few feet apart. Willoughby ran to one and started scarfing it down. Sasha couldn't stand the thought he might be getting something she wasn't, so she proceeded to bully and push him away until at last he moved over to the other dish and started gobbling that one up. Wait! He's getting something I'm not, says Sasha to herself, and without even tasting the dish she just chased him away from, she rushes over and again pushes and shoves Willoughby, growling at him the whole time as if he's the one stealing from her. Resigned, licking his chops, Willoughby goes back to the first dish and begins noshing away. What? he's doing it again. Without tasting the dish she just chased him away from, with a cry of rage and frustration, Sasha launched herself at the unoffending Willoughby and chases him from the room. I look, and it appears Willoughby has eaten about half of the food in each dish, or about one full serving, while Sasha still hasn't gotten a bite of any of it.
When the cats ran in the other room, they woke up Mac, who trotted into my office and finished off the rest of the food in both dishes. Sasha came back in just as he was licking his chops and looking for more. Sadly she looked at first one and then the other empty dish, then squatted on her haunches and just stared at them.
I guess she'll have to wait for supper, now. Of course, her regular dish is still full, so she won't go hungry. Or she might starve herself to death to spite Willoughby and Mac for being so mean to her. That'll show them, by golly.
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