Ralph doesn’t really like his half kidney, half chicken breast meals and always takes longer than the other kitties to eat it. The other night, he took so long I actually forgot he was still working on dinner, until 20, 25 minutes later when I popped into the kitchen to grab some ice. My ex-feral tuxedo kitty, Spencer, was in the kitchen and his strange, anxious behavior caught my attention as I was leaving the room. It took a few meows and some twitchy circling before I realized he was sticking awfully close to Ralph’s crate…. and Ralph was still in it!

The second I released Ralph, Spencer relaxed. And these two boys are two years apart in age, completely unrelated, and not at all bonded.

So much for the cats-as-strictly-independent-creatures theory! ;-}