This is Asimov. He’s a guts.

I have had a new addition to the list of motivations to stop going to the kitchen so much and eat less. Every time I (or the husband) gets up to go to the kitchen, Asimov thinks it’s time to eat. Even if he’s just finished eating, he’ll go back and eat some more if we head to the kitchen.

He has this weird thing about eating when we are there, and we haven’t quite figured out why. What we have started doing, though, is picking up his food bowl and putting it away so he will start to learn that eating will be at certain times, not just an available buffet 24/7.

It doesn’t even matter if he’s napping; if I go to the kitchen, he’s like the Flash. Wham! Right there, threading his way around your legs to get some food.

Oy.

The funny thing is that I have only just realised the affect his behaviour has had on mine. For weeks now, I always thought twice before I go to the kitchen because I know he’ll try to get me to feed him. This has been a great thing for me because it’s really helped me cut down on my grazing habits.

Sometimes help comes from mysterious and fuzzy places.