Most cats are fed in the kitchen but things are different at my house. Should you feed your cats in the bedroom?
It’s Merlin here and it’s Monday so you know what that means. Another morsel of feline of wisdom.You know how things go day by day and nothing seems to change until something big happens? It occurred to Layla that’s why we get fed in the bedroom.
You know how things go day by day and nothing seems to change until something big happens? It occurred to Layla that’s why we get fed in the bedroom. Five years ago when my sister Coco got ill and I had a bout of something, my dad thought it was too far for us to travel down to the kitchen. We’d be coddled and spoonfed and who doesn’t like breakfast in bed? I recovered but Coco did not. We mourned deeply and we thought it best to have more coddling.
Then Odin and Gris Gris arrived as fosters and they had a nice room next to the master bedroom and that become a secondary feeding station until they got used to the whole house. Then Domino arrived and he stayed downstairs for a while and prefered eating in the large entrance hall where water fountain is set up. When Domino, a feral finally figured out how stairs worked, he decided a double upstairs dining area suited him fine. We kept the water fountain and before you know we had three feeding stations.
This was the scene the other day.
I gradually got blind and less mobile. The stairs more arduous and the idea of ever eating in the kitchen evaporated like a salmon mousse in my belly.
Having multiple feeding/water stations NOT in a kitchen in a multiple cat household requires organization. Kitchens have easy to wipe surfaces, running water, a heat source, microwave, and refrigeration. Add various bottles, jars and tubes of supplements, treats, some food and meds requiring refrigeration, a freezer for frozen raw food, cleaning and odor removal supplies and it got complicated. When I needed sub-cutaneous fluids, puppy pads (oh the indignity of being incontinent and using ones for dogs!) the supplies were added to the bedroom cum kitchen pantry. Layla finally put her foot down and said, carrying trays of 6 bowls up and down twice a day to three rooms was too much. She wanted the younger cats to be fed in the kitchen like a normal household. Normal? Maybe in our next life.
Dad said he didn’t mind and Layla stopped feeding us except when necessary. So, 90% of our meals are in the bedroom. I get mine in bed and the ensuite bathroom. The others have trays of food on the floor and Nou Nou likes eating on the shelf.
To prevent WW3 or a divorce, dad carries endless trays up and down because we all have different dietary plans and schedules. I need to be fed every couple hours 24/7. Yup, you guessed it. Dear old dad does it. Layla is convinced he overfeeds and has spoiled us horribly but has surrendered the need to control.
You can’t teach old dogs or husbands a darn thing.
The moral of the story is: habits get learned quickly and unlearned slowly.
If you are feeding in the bedroom, keep a cat-proof cabinet for food and treats, a tray, spoons, dust pan and broom, cleaning supplies handy. If there is carpet, make sure the tray is large enough to cover an area big enough for the bowls and the cats. Vacuum and sweep weekly or more often for messy eaters. You don’t want to attract little critters. Odin would differ and you’ll find him mousing in the wee hours of the night in the kitchen!
Life keeps moving forward with or without us and at the rate my muscles are atrophying, I’m not moving much at all. I am still eating like a lumberjack which is the main
signpost for my voracious will to live. I’m sleeping more, enjoying cuddle time and the heater.