I have to begin the story by saying that we had Ralph put to sleep back in July. I didn’t write about it because, well, I didn’t want to. I sure miss him, but he was so skinny and messed up at the end I felt bad that we didn’t do it sooner.
Anyway, this post is about the remaining two. As it turns out, Ralph – even though he was skinny – was really the driving force behind getting everybody fed. His morning and evening screams were so persistent that the food bowls were always filled and there was always wet food out every evening. (He ate a lot, but he barfed a bunch of it up. Sorry, breakfast eaters.)
Now? Wally and Emme greet me at the door with a couple of meows, then some pathetic stares. If I’m busy, I forget to feed them. When we met camping last week I actually forgot to leave food for them. Don’t worry, they lasted that whole day.
They certainly can’t eat a whole can of food between them. I’ve taken to opening a can and only giving them half with some water added. They drink the soup and leave the little meaty bits behind. Those dummies. (Ralph used to hoover over the plate, eating everyone else’s portions. “Mine! Also mine! Also mine! Move out of way!”)
I’ve wondered if I could just feed them some broth. I tried mixing up some instant bullion stuff.
It did not go over well. Wally gave the ‘soup’ a couple of licks and Emme just circled the bowl shooting me pathetic stares. Oh, well – it was worth a try. I might try a carton of actual broth.