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Usna seems to be having some trouble with the *you snooze, you lose* ethos that Odhinn & Freyja both subscribe to. Each day I give the three of them a tasty dental chew. They LOVE them...they beg for them...if I walk anywhere near the Amish entertainment center where they're kept, they all start to whimper. It's a thing.
It amuses me no end that these *dental treats* which are supposed to help the cats' teeth are more or less inhaled...not chewed. Freyja & Odhinn both race to get them down, just in case the other will try to steal it. But Usna likes to take his time, play with it a bit and nibble it. Doesn't work in this house. Yesterday, Odhinn stole it out from under his nose and ran into the kitchen...I intervened, but I probably should have just let him eat what he'd rightfully stolen. :)
Today, both Freyja and Odhinn tried a pincer movement...although if only one had actually gotten the treat, it would have been all over but the screaming. It didn't work, because Usna had positioned himself by the front door, and I was on my way to work at the time. But he's going to lose a few if he doesn't wise up.
Oops, must go to admire the dead toy mouse that Freyja's just killed. She's doing the *I am a mighty hunter, come, see what I've killed* call. :)
Cats, gotta love 'em.
It amuses me no end that these *dental treats* which are supposed to help the cats' teeth are more or less inhaled...not chewed. Freyja & Odhinn both race to get them down, just in case the other will try to steal it. But Usna likes to take his time, play with it a bit and nibble it. Doesn't work in this house. Yesterday, Odhinn stole it out from under his nose and ran into the kitchen...I intervened, but I probably should have just let him eat what he'd rightfully stolen. :)
Today, both Freyja and Odhinn tried a pincer movement...although if only one had actually gotten the treat, it would have been all over but the screaming. It didn't work, because Usna had positioned himself by the front door, and I was on my way to work at the time. But he's going to lose a few if he doesn't wise up.
Oops, must go to admire the dead toy mouse that Freyja's just killed. She's doing the *I am a mighty hunter, come, see what I've killed* call. :)
Cats, gotta love 'em.
