As you may remember, the cat is on a diet. But, as you may also remember, she is not losing any weight.
We finally figured out why.
One night, we were in our room getting ready for bed, when we heard a noise coming from the kitchen.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. (pause) Crunch. Crunch.
I looked at Chris. He looked at me.
“Did you hear that?”
“Yeah, it sounded like—“
“Someone eating the dog food?”
“Well, Chloe’s in her kennel, so who…”
We opened the door and turned on the light in the kitchen.
And there she was. The cat was eating the dog food.
Of course, the minute we flipped on the light she lit out of there like her tail was on fire. I don’t think I have ever seen that cat run that fast, and AWAY from the food, no less. Chris looked at me.
“YOUR cat.”
That was all he said. And then he rolled his eyes and went to put the dog food away where the cat couldn’t get at it.
Since that time, the cat has become more daring. She doesn’t even run anymore when we catch her. Of course, she’s not very smart about it either. We try and put the dog food away whenever the dog is kenneled up for the night, but sometimes we forget. If Maia would just wait until we were asleep, she would be home free. But, no, she can’t wait that long. The crunching noise gives her away every time.
Lately, it’s gotten so bad that she even attempts to eat the dog food while we are sitting in the living room, watching her. We’ve even seen her fight the dog for it. And, sadly, the Maia usually wins. The cat will take a swipe whenever Chloe gets near the food dish, and Chloe will just back away with a confused look on her face that says, but I thought that was MY food?
We yell at the cat, of course, and she’ll skitter away all offended-like. Until the next time we’re not paying attention, that is.
