Imogen likes to have some of her meals on the micro-wave oven. That’s fine with me. In a situation in which some cats eat in the back parlour and others at the top of a cat-tree by the house’s front window - as far apart as possible in the Cosy Cabin - the micro-wave oven is centrally located. I don’t even have to bend down.
But Imo can be messy. She has long had the smallest food-dish, once owned by Tungsten. This has not been large enough to contain her spillage. I have responded with one of the largest food-bowls I have. Miss Silky’s response in turn? To take the food out of the bowl and eat next to it.
Sigh.
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