…eats like a dog - pretty much inhales the food in a matter of seconds. If we didn’t close him in somewhere, he would snarf his down and go after everyone else’s before they got a chance to finish. He gets his bowl on the landing of the basement stairs.

Our female tuxie, Chessie, eats in the laundry room. Our big tabby guy, Winston, gets the first floor bathroom. Our female Siamese, Fitz’s sister Charlotte, gets to eat in the kitchen out in the open.

We let Fitz out of his “private dining room” last, and he immediately dashes to the other 3 bowls to see if there are any morsels left behind.

Like Merlin, Fitz loves butter.

Fitz, Charlotte, their 4 litter mates and their mom, were abandoned outside in Wisconsin in the winter 2 years ago. 2 of the kittens did not survive this. We suspect that the momma cat may have had trouble making enough milk in those harsh conditions, and that early-in-life chronic hunger is why Fitz is so food frantic.

These posts always make me smile and a smile is much needed in this tRump period.

...while trying to dish up their meals if we didn't get them into their respective corners before we start "plating."

To get Fitz to go into the basement without having to catch him, I throw a single piece of kibble down the basement stairs and he chases after it immediately. Works like a charm.

Was so brave she'd steal food right from your hand if you weren't fast enough getting it to your mouth . She stole a chicken tender from my father in laws hand when he was foolish enough to hold it half way to his mouth to say something. She jumped right up on the table and grabbed it before he even noticed she was on the table

That I called mine was like that for about the first six months. I had to establish jail for a spell. Only took a couple stints in jail for her to get the picture. Thing with Siamese cats, in particular, is that you can't swat them, only makes them mad and vengeful. You have to outsmart them which can be a challenge sometimes. Jail was an inverted laundry basket that had a weight on top, out in the middle of the room. She had to stay in there until she recognized that she wasn't getting out until I let her out and settled down, about ten minutes.

After that, she stopped trying to steal food and adopted a more acceptable way of asking for me to share with her, which I always did. She started just standing up with her front paws on my thigh, bump it with her chest while she pleadingly waving one paws toward the desired item. Much better, she would get a reward for that and thus, the problem was solved. She was less of a hellion after that, she was about eight months old by then. I found her wild, in a hay barn so she needed to be taught to be civil. Best cat I ever had responsibility over.

He was a real joy.

The cat that would grab food right outta your hand was crazy. She was a long hair angora and really old when that behavior started. She just went a little blind and batty with age. I don't think she saw the food was in our hand , I think she just zeroed in on the scent.