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Originally Posted by scottmandue
My (electronic) alarm goes off at 5:30
Marshall would start around 4:00AM... stroll in the room... meow, meow... and stroll out.
4:15... meow, meow, meow... stroll out...
4:30 up on the bed, ME-OW!
Wife would crawl out of bed and feed him.
I told her "he is training you"
She begrudgingly stopped getting up to feed him (and his sisters).
I get up at 5:30, shower, grind my coffee beans, THEN feed the little monsters. I figured the sound of the coffee grinder would act like a Pavlov thing. It worked, no more 4:00AM wake up... as a plus he comes in a 5:30 if the electronic alarm fails.
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RLMAO!
Marshal is one cool looking kitty btw
We can so relate to your scenario. Although, we are soooo trained.
We also ask ourselves, "What the heck happened, we "USED" to be cool". I think the only it could get worse is if we owned a minivan with a soccer ball sticker on the back window....
(Side note: before I get pummeled be all the minivan owners on the forum, I know they have their place. Heck, I even rented one the last time we went to Maui for my aging parents. I just have no desire to own one.....lol)
Annie is 17 pushing 18 and weighs 4.9 lbs. she is on thyroid meds so I feed her whenever she is hungery, it's all good. Onyx who is the black one is our ferrel rescue who came inside the winter of 09 when we got blindsided by a freaky snow storm that dumped 22" at our place and knocked power out for 5 days. She likes to sleep on my head by hogging up the pillow. She lets us know she is hungry by firing off with this horrible yowl like someone is hacking off her tail. Then after she eats, she immediately poops then tears around the house howling like a banchie. They seriously make me laugh.
They are family.
Cheers
Onyx, aka Nightfurry
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