Purple Maze

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie. So... I have this   super-power  ongoing issue -- it would appear that I'm still a really fast eater.  I've blogged about it before. I always come up with a fun solution to any of the things Mom tries -- then I snarf everything down "too fast" and do a little burp/regurgitation.  She basically gave up.

She tried the "upside-down bowl in a bowl".  I showed her I could have but didn't break a small glass bowl in my bowl. When she tried it with two stainless steel bowls, I put my paw in and flipped them!   Wow, what a racket they made on the tile floor!  It was really fun!

She tried spreading my kibble out on a cookie sheet. That was awesome!  The first couple of times, I used my nose to push all the food into a pile, then snarfed it all up. Then I decided to get really creative!  You all know what catapults are, right?!?!?  Just one little paw on the edge of the sheet pan and wowzers!  The kibble went flying!!! It. Was. So cool!  Even Cammie liked that!  Mom decided not to repeat that.

Next, she got out a muffin pan and put a little bit of my kibble in each cup. I gathered it all into one cup, then snarfed it down. That wasn't as dramatic as the other attempts to slow me down, but Mom was impressed by my problem-solving skills.

She tried putting a ball in the bowl, so I'd "have to eat around it".  Right. Like I can't reach in, grab the ball, and toss it into the living room?  That was so easy, it was almost a let down. I mean, I like a good challenge!

Mom also thought about a divided tray. All she had was a crystal relish tray, but hey. She's the only one who actually breaks things (including herself) around here, so she decided to give it a try. It worked semi-well until I stepped on the edge to flip it. I mean, it wouldn't have been as dramatic as the metal catapult-sheet pan, but what the hey. Same principle. Mom caught it mid-flip and decided that wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had.  I haven't dined off crystal since, for whatever reason.

And then ... after I thought she had given up ... she decided to go ahead and buy one of those "slow feeder" bowls. She saw that Misty, over at the OP Pack, uses one effectively, sooooooo after studying all the different ones out there ...

"What the fluff is this thing supposed to be?"

Yep. It's like I'm eating out of some kind of purple maze.

Mom says I don't do the regurgitating thing as much, so she's happy. I have worked out a way to push a bunch of the kibble through the maze into a small pile, so I can do some major snarfing. And I'm getting faster and faster with it. Sort of a compromise, I guess. 

It's like that Jimi Hendrix dude sang:

"Purple maze, all in my brain

Lately things they don't seem the same

Actin' funny, but I don't know why

Excuse me while I kiss the sky..."

Or was that "Purple Haze"? Whatever.

Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher