Day 310 — Feeding Time

I've had to start feeding Felix in the cage (or hang around to watch him eat), because if I leave him unattended, the kitties — mostly Jack — move in and snarf up all his food. Because, you know, I never feed them and they are STARVING TO DEATH.

Here's how it usually happens:



Decides he'd like ferret food for lunch.



Makes an obvious move.



Gets smacked away by human. Is full of resentment. Begins hatching sinister plan involving his supreme cuteness.



Begins to feign stretches.



Does an acrobatic roll.



Nonchalantly lands in a prime position.



"Hey, man, I really feel close to you ... like a brother, you know?"



"I mean, we have a really solid relationship. You like to sneak into the cabinets to sleep, so do I. You like to make an unholy racket with plastic bags, so do I."



"I just think that — hey, wait a sec. Are you wearing some kind of musk? Mmmm. Smells nice. I'm just gonna sit here for a minute and just smell you, 'k? Just for ... a ..."



Snarf snarf snarf. *gets smacked away by human, again*



Damn you, Two Legs.

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