Poor Zeb

He had it so easy for a while. With Harley weak and unable to stand her ground, Zeb ruled over the domain they normally share: the pillows on the floor in the living room and more importantly; the food. I'm sure if I say that I call him 'moose' affectionately it will explain how much Zeb loves his (and anyone else's) food.
We had to separate the cats in two eating groups in the past, because Zeb would inhale half of the bowls before any of the ladies could stretch their old bones.
But Harley was the Queen, and she ruled over all.
Until she got sick.
But now she's feeling better. Lots better.
And not only has Zeb had to give up the territory, we also recently caught her starting on his food before hers was put in front of her. Poor boy; meekly he put his paw in the bowl and slid out a few pellets for him to eat. Also meekly.
And because we are giving her extra snacks, he has to watch her eat more often then him.
Well, he doesn't HAVE to watch.
It's just that sometimes there might be a little left over and who knows? Maybe nobody will notice him sneak up to the plate ... ;)