Feeding the cat is usually my responsibility. The morning feeding is accompanied by bleating, as though Stormy has never, ever been fed ever in her whole life. I’ve been trying to feed her at 8:30 a.m. and 8:30 p.m. in Daylight Time (7:30 Standard Time). The transition to DST is tricky for her because she sees her humans consuming nourishment. The evening meal is similar.
In one of those email factoids, I recently read: “In October 2022, researchers from France published results from an experiment examining the relationship cats have with their owners’ voices. In the study, cats responded more positively to a familiar human voice (swishing tails, pivoting ears, pausing grooming) than when they heard the voice of a stranger.”
Our usual dinnertime ritual involves the feline sitting on the sofa or the cushy chair near me. I say, “Should I feed the CAT?” Her ears perk up, especially when I say “cat.” I stand up and go to the kitchen. She races me there; she always wins.
Mighty hunter
One of her odder traits is that, when my wife fills the humidifier in the dining room with water – we uncharacteristically experienced a lot of static electricity in the winter and early spring – Stormy will run to the open contraption and drink the water there.
I take it to mean that Stormy would rather “hunt” for her water, even though there is sufficient clean water in a bowl next to her food.
Sometimes, she’ll eat something she ought not. We actively keep plants away from her, but sometimes she’ll run up to the attic, where she’s not allowed, and nibble on something verboten. She’ll also chew on plastic – the bags the newspaper comes in, e.g. In either case, she’ll eventually vomit out the food. We’ve TOLD her not to do that, but she doesn’t listen.
Anyway, we love our tween cat, now a teenager.
