Mark Twain could not wait for dinner yesterday. He decided to go in search of Mikey's food, since he is well aware that she eats outside because that is her preference. So he darted out the door and made a beeline for "the cats' underground railroad passageway." I could not lift him out of there because Mark Twain is quite a large cat, so I had to wait for him to reappear from underneath the deck. I suspect that was his way of protesting.
I did make some new homemade catfood. The only ones who really like it are Locksley and Karma, while Mark Twain finds the food edible. But as for the new meal schedule, not even one cat is happy about it.
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