She was eating homemade food because she was refusing the fodder, and a bit too thin. Now she’s eating the fodder as usual. Why? Who knows. Either way she’s constantly begging the homemade food too.
And for attention. If I don’t slap her butt 24/7 she’s asking me to be pet. And to open the glass doors, because she needs to step on the wet floor of my inner patio* instead of going straight from the kitchen to the dining room. (All three are connected to each other, mind you.)
And she woke me up yesterday hissing. Because Frieda was sleeping on me, and she thinks my room is her personal and private room.
*dunno how to call it in English. It’s a small area with open sky access, but between walls.
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She was eating homemade food because she was refusing the fodder, and a bit too thin. Now she’s eating the fodder as usual. Why? Who knows. Either way she’s constantly begging the homemade food too.
And for attention. If I don’t slap her butt 24/7 she’s asking me to be pet. And to open the glass doors, because she needs to step on the wet floor of my inner patio* instead of going straight from the kitchen to the dining room. (All three are connected to each other, mind you.)
And she woke me up yesterday hissing. Because Frieda was sleeping on me, and she thinks my room is her personal and private room.
*dunno how to call it in English. It’s a small area with open sky access, but between walls.