I think there's cat food in my water

This is my third shot at writing this entry. For some reason, Blogger on the iPad ate my entries. It's a mystery that shall ever remain unsolved! Now on to my original post ...

BeBe

I have cats. Four of them. They are strange and sometimes needy. They all have their own unique issues, which requires them to be on different diets. This posed a quandary, until I realized that BeBe (aka Big, Dumb, and Puffy) was too big and dumb to jump up to get his food. He was 22 pounds at the time he needed to go on his special kidney diet and he's never been much for jumping. The obvious solution was to feed Domino and BooBoo on the top of the fridge. They're agile and jumping from floor to stove to fridge top was easy for them.

The downside to this arrangement is that the fridge kitties sometimes scatter their kibble across the top of the fridge. When the fridge is opened, kibble near the door falls down and into the ice dispenser. We didn't realize this until Jon was drinking some water one night and exclaimed "I think there's cat food in my water!"

So now, we regularly have to check the ice dispenser for wayward kibble lest we serve our guests kibble in their ice.  It's a good thing I love these guys!

BooBoo

Butters

Domino