Dear E-Z Feeder Co:
I am writing to share with you how pleased I am with the E-Z Feeder 2000 that my human just installed in my home. True to its design, your product serves me the precise amount of food that I want at any given moment, while allowing a small amount to trickle into a bowl in case I want a midnight snack later.
That’s gonna be one fat cat, Sharon H.
That’s some slick technology. And here I am drinking rum from the bottle like a caveman.
What? Me sit on the floor? Stoop over my meager portion like some animal? What were you thinking, hoomin!
Good!
Now put a scale in front of the feeding bowl so we can watch the weight gain.
It’s the same thing with my cat Bindi, when I refill the plastic container I keep on the counter with food from a bag of kibble, she must eat directly from the top of the container even if she has a full bowl of the same stuff in front of her.
I used to sit for a friend’s cat. My friend warned me before she went away that the fat cat would not let me refill the portion control feeder without letting her sample from the top. I thought I would test this. I filled the food holder, made a big fuss about taking a huge handful out and putting it in the bowl, and closed the lid.
The fat cat began patting the lid on top of the feeder, and got louder and louder as I walked away. It was as funny and annoying as the sproing behind the bedroom door. I finally went back and opened the lid. Fat cat delicately reached in a paw, scooped out one kibble, ate it, and then sauntered out of the room.
Priceless!
Cats!?
It took me 4 years to find a tamper-proof feeder (https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GEWHNS/) so I can finally sleep with bedroom door open. And then it took me another year, after reading comments from here, before I got my cat to drink water regularly by putting the water far away from the food.
That looks like a great idea, but, I guarantee that my dog would not eat from it if it made even the slightest noise. He couldn’t “trust” his food dish today after he tipped it and it thumped down while he was trying to eat his “once weekly” wet food. He couldn’t eat the rest of it unless I stood beside him to make sure the evil food dish didn’t scare him again. In ten years, we haven’t been able to assure him that the world is not a supremely wicked place full of evil humans. I can’t imagine what the first years of his life might have been like.
Oh, poor sweetie. You’re such a good mom to protect him while he eats.
Boo is named correctly. And he is lucky to have you!