Apparently, traffic control for cats involves

[kedrys]

planting one's nose in the butt of the cat in front of one until the front cat gets under way.

Just an observation. :P

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1. see, a furrowed brow smiley would work perfectly here

i dunno...

[kedrys]

2. It's the kind of thing I tend to notice but won't necessarily mention

unless I've had a drink or five. :D The cats were jostling for the best located bowl in the kitchen. Three cats in single file were up for the same bowl in the time it took me to open the damn cat food pouch. And I had a 55-gallon drum of margaritas with dinner. :rofl:

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5. wow. that's a lotta margarita!

and you didn't share with the lounge!?

:D

[kedrys]

6. [rummage]

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3. There should be Cat Traffic Controllers.

Fluffy, turn left at the kitchen door.
Mittens, hold short of the litter box.
Max, give way to Fluffy.
Fluffy, maintain your present heading to the food bowl.

It would reduce the feline chaos a bit.

[kedrys]

4. There should be

Usually, everyone sort of goes for the bowl they were "assigned" when everyone moved in, but lately, it's "I gotta eat next to THIS cat, NOT THAT cat". The s.o. insists on arraying the bowls in a neat linear order, and I have to rearrange them in tight little cat circles every other meal.

Never mind getting the 20 pound cat to go past the spot where the 6 pound cat is hiding to avoid getting washed by said 20 pound cat...