We had been left with Uncle Paul as they were doing a long haul visiting trip and it was cold, so better that we didn't go. I am not so sure. At our end we ha our noms weighed out and presented in the usual style and nothing extra. There is no fooling Uncle Paul, he follows everything 'to the letter' and no deviating. This is of course, just what the Parentals want for us, but of course, Uncle Paul gives us our four meals a day in two meals a day. It's feast or famine around here and whilst you are eating double portions at breakfast and dinner, the hunger center inside you still dictates that you are due two further meals.
Well, the CatWomen had it sussed. They decided between them that they would rather eat on the table out of Uncle Paul's hand instead of their dinner boxes. They really played him like a fiddle and he lapped it up, giving each one their biscuits in turn. ::Shakes head:: When Momma got back and did night time Noms, the CatWomen sat on the table shouting that they were not getting the same treatment as they had for two days. Needless to say, heartless Momma let them starve and my morning, fading away and with their final breaths, they crawled into their dinner boxes and ate the whole bowl and licked it out! Momma will never be played for a fiddle - mores the pitty!