Good evening! The catz are fighting over the food bowl again. They were allies until I put the food in, both following me around calling me a cat-starving liberal lawyer. But as soon as the nibble hit the bowl, it was every kitty for herself.
Shannon was faster, so Wednesday had to wait. Major complaints!
Poor Wednesday....
I always have the food out in separate bowls in separate parts of the patio before I let the dogz in. Candy, the elder, always gets to the door first and gets first choice. Sometimes she hits the door and goes left, sometimes she goes to the right. I don’t know how she makes her choice. Sugar, the youte, is just happy to get inside.
Suggestion:
Two bowls.