I normally give Maggie her food in a paper bowl because she doesn't like the sound of her tags hitting a metal bowl. But I ran out and so I put her food on a plate. I'm in the living room and I hear her nosing her food on the plate and pushing it off!
|Sitting down to eat. That's right. So I don't have to clean up!|
This past Friday, I baby sat nephew Rowan, who adores Maggie:
|That's an empty water gun in Rowan's hand.|
|Maggie looking pretty happy. :-)|
See the look on her face?
|Whatcha lookin' at, Mag?|
|Tabby at the watering bowl. Maggie's just waiting to see if she goes to her food bowl. THEN there's trouble!|
|Tabby Bobcat don't care. She's a badass. (Honey badger reference, warning: bad language).|
|Maggie continues to watch, ever vigilant!|
I was getting her beef bones that she could suck the marrow out of, but the local grocery store doesn't have them, so I've been giving her ribs instead. I cut them into individual ones and freeze them. Whenever I have to leave, I give her one. And even if I don't go anywhere, she still gets one a day. She eats them on her sleeping bag in the LR. Now she's got me trained; she'll go and plop down on her sleeping bag and then bark for a bone! Can't fault her for that, can I? Such a smart girl.
P.S. In addition to being Maggie on Monday, it's an extra-special day: John Morgan's Birthday. Here's another past b-day post. Author of Grasshopper Notes, he is my boss, mentor, and dear friend. Make a WISH, JJJJ! :-) H.