See the photo above? Notice something amiss? That's right, that is Cody practically sitting IN my salad. ON THE TABLE. NOTE:CODY IS NOT PERMITTED TO BE ON THE TABLE. I not only have created a battle every night, I have created a MONSTER. A FOOD MONSTER. A FOOD MONSTER WITH A HUNGER THAT WILL NOT BE DENIED.
It's all my fault. It truly is. I have no one to blame but myself. For most of Cody's life he had never tasted a table scrap, not a morsel. That changed a few months ago when I was making chicken and began getting nostalgic remembering how my first cat, Bobo used to LOVE chicken. I was sitting at the table eating dinner and talking to my husband, and against my better judgement, I called Cody over....THE FOOD MONSTER WAS BORN.
|Yes, I am embarrassed to admit|
when it is just my husband and I
(and Cody) eating dinner
our table IS that messy!!!
Now, every night seated at the kitchen table there is my husband, myself and Cody. Mind you, Cody is NOT hungry when he makes his nightly appearance at dinner. He and Dakota are always fed before my husband and I. Cody gobbles up his usual Nutrish fare in his customary gluttonous fashion. Truth be told, INHALE would be a more appropriate description of Cody's eating style. When Cody finishes his dinner, he is full, I KNOW he is full, but Cody seems to think that his main meal is just an appetizer, once he finishes HIS dinner, it's time to see what I am having!
WHO CAN EAT LIKE THIS?????
He's out of control. This scene is repeated each and every night like clockwork. I have gotten to the point that when I make dinner and am about to put it on the table, I tip-toe around the kitchen, stopping to periodically cast a glance over my shoulder to see if "He" knows I am going to sit down and eat. Often I don't say a word, I don't have to. KEY THE HORROR MOVIE MUSIC...HERE HE COMES....
It has gotten to the point that I can barely move my arm to cut my food (I eat with my left hand and cut my food with my right), I am too busy trying not to eat my cat along with my dinner. He is THAT close. Subtlety is NOT one of Cody's strong suits.
Picking him up and removing him from the table was useless, he would come right back. Then, one night I had an idea. I would make a barricade!!! A CODY BARRICADE!!! This would HAVE TO WORK!!
|The pot featured in these photos|
happens to be from the Rachael Ray line
I purchased that with myself
As you can see in the above collage, my "Cody Barricade" did NOT work! But...do you see the chair that is behind Cody? It only took me FOREVER to realize that if I moved that chair, the FOOD MONSTER COULD BE DETERRED!!!!!! That is, until he gazes up at me staring relentlessly from the floor, and begins trying to crawl up my LEG to get to the "Promised Land", but that my friends is another story.......
So, tell me, do YOU have a FOOD MONSTER in your home? Is it YOUR fault that they became a monster as is the case with Cody? What quirky routine does YOUR pet do at dinnertime? I would love to know, it just might make me feel better!!!