Last week, we moved Meow Meow's feeding station to the spare room on the other side of the door to the bathroom where Lily is spending her quarantine. (Lily will be there at least through Saturday, when that mandatory separation ends.)
Meow Meow had been pretending not to notice the presence of another cat, but once her food was right by the source of all the mysterious yowling, she couldn't ignore it anymore. During her first meal there, she actually hissed. Before that point, I think I'd only heard that happen twice since her adoption -- in general, Meow Meow's extremely mild-tempered, even when displeased.
She's been reluctant to eat by the bathroom, but with extra treats and lots of petting, she's come around to it begrudgingly. When she's super hungry, she'll follow me into the spare room (more often, though, we have to carry her in). Once she's appeased her tummy with a few big bites, she makes a quick exit as if the space is still too uncomfortable to linger in. It's understandable. I've been leaving a few crunchies on the mat after her meals to encourage her to go back on her own. So far, that's worked well, as you can see. First the amuse-bouche ...
... and then the leftovers of the main course.
I'd originally put her entire tray on the mat (it keeps the little plastic containers from sliding around) but she was especially unhappy about that arrangement. So slippery serving dishes it is for now.
Lily, on the other hand, eats her food on the bathroom side of the door without protest, as nonchalant as you please. Next week, if all's well, we'll start trying to give both cats more scent-exposure to each other.
Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Ones
2 days ago