Limits, we haz them
Nov. 26th, 2009 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceHeh. You wouldn't believe it, but there's kibble all over the kitchen floor. Uneaten kibble. Been there for hours.
Thing is, I bought a big sack of the stuff yesterday. Then I picked up my veggies and came home, and was so interested in what was in the veggie bag, I entirely forgot to lock away the kibble.
Came down this morning, fed the boys their daily kibble - and then remembered about the sack. And went in search, and yup. Neat little hole, contents depleted.
God knows how much they ate between them, but they left their brekfusses half finished, and four hours later Mac is only playing with his mushroom, no appetite at all.
At least they seem to have had the sense to stop when they were full. This is much better than the last time they raided supplies, where they went all Roman on me: stuffed themselves to bursting, threw up and carried on eating regardless. Maybe they're growing up...?
Meantime, I keep acting like I'm ill. Turning up the heating, drinking hot toddies, huddling on the sofa with a book. Hardly working at all, but not worrying about it. Which I wouldn't worry about, except that I'm not ill, I just hurt; and I'm going to go on hurting for a long time, so I'd better bloody get used to it.
Thing is, I bought a big sack of the stuff yesterday. Then I picked up my veggies and came home, and was so interested in what was in the veggie bag, I entirely forgot to lock away the kibble.
Came down this morning, fed the boys their daily kibble - and then remembered about the sack. And went in search, and yup. Neat little hole, contents depleted.
God knows how much they ate between them, but they left their brekfusses half finished, and four hours later Mac is only playing with his mushroom, no appetite at all.
At least they seem to have had the sense to stop when they were full. This is much better than the last time they raided supplies, where they went all Roman on me: stuffed themselves to bursting, threw up and carried on eating regardless. Maybe they're growing up...?
Meantime, I keep acting like I'm ill. Turning up the heating, drinking hot toddies, huddling on the sofa with a book. Hardly working at all, but not worrying about it. Which I wouldn't worry about, except that I'm not ill, I just hurt; and I'm going to go on hurting for a long time, so I'd better bloody get used to it.