Feeding 7 hungry beasts at 5:30 in the morning is always a frenzy. I have trained everyone to have their own place, but it gets kind of loud and frantic. The cats always want to help make the dog food. Noel steals kibble and then runs away with it, sometimes knocking over a dog food bowl.
I have to keep a good register of who is getting what medicines today (and yes I have goofed that up and that freaks me out).
Every since Louise was on prednisone she has started to demand bark if I am not fast enough and drools on the floor, which I have to make sure not to slip on.
Sofie gets food aggressive, so I have a gate up at both kitchen entrances and I put Charles in his kennel in the living room (he is also food aggressive) and I make all the cats take the long route through the dining room passthrough window, over the kitchen table, along the window sill, onto the kitchen island, and around to the herb window, unless I feel like picking someone up and carrying them over their during the mayhem.
Louise is always hungry
Whine Whine Sofie
Nine loves dog food
Nine eats over by the microwave
Noel eats in the window
Mini eats by her fish friends
Charles eats safely in his kennel
Luckily, Stella has her own room so she has a nice leisurely time of it, as long as I don’t forget to feed her too.
3 dogs with 3 different kibbles (Louise and Sofie on different prescription diets) and 2 cans of different wet food and 4 cats with 2 different kibbles (Mini is very fussy) (sometimes 3) and 1 can of wet for Noel. (Don’t get me started on everyone’s medicines and supplements.)