So one of my cats, Polly, and I are having a battle of the wills.
Polly has this idea in her furry little head that I should feed Her Majesty her breakfast on my bed. That's right, ON MY BED.
I show her the food bowl, she looks at it from where her furry bum is parked on my bed, to me.
I REFUSE to give in and instead put the bowl on the floor. This is as far as I'll go - putting the food bowl on the floor of my bedroom. The nasty smell of canned fish goes through my bedroom but I'm soft enough to allow this. But I'm NOT soft enough to allow that same fish to be fed to Polly on the bed because she gets the food here and there and next thing, my bed will stink like canned fish.
So her answer to that is to tuck herself under the cover and refuse to come out to eat breakfast.
Her next step is to come out halfway through the afternoon yelling that I didn't feed her, Mum didn't feed her and she is STARVING!
Then we have to feed her right now.
And the rest of the cats come mooching along, and we tell them it's too early for their dinner and Polly didn't get breaky and now our name is mud in their eyes because we fed Polly a big arvo snack and not them.
My life...it is a battlefield right now...