These ladies are also supremely food-driven. They are fed daily at 5:00 sharp. They start campaigning each day about 4:30, sitting behind me in my office. Starts with sneezing fits, followed by soft whimpering, progressing to increasing levels of commotion until I relent and feed them.
Once in a while, if we forget and leave the door to the pantry open, they feed themselves. We have come home before to find their bloated bodies lying on their sides, barely able to move. The next day is not pretty, as their little tummies are not happy when over-feeding occurs.
As you can see, they lead a high-stress existence.
