Seven months later feeding Shadow (left) and Darwin (right) is still trial and error.
I know for a fact that if I feed them dry food I can pretty much leave them alone. They will crunch up some and leave and return when they want to nosh.
However when I break out the canned food I have to stand right there and watch. Hence my faux, bright pink, Crock clad foot planted firmly between the two of them.
I've caught Shadow many a time using his front paws to scoop food out of Darwin's bowl, stuffing it into his mouth like a squirrel and dashing off.....
Who knew cats could be such characters?