The Kibble Stampede

Every few hours, the quiet house erupts into a flurry of paws and whiskers - the unmistakable sound of the feeder clicking to life. Six times a day, like clockwork, three cats race for their rations. The portions are small by design; two are dainty eaters, the third a shameless vacuum. It's the only way to keep the peace - and the waistlines - in check. To an outsider, it's chaos on repeat. To them, it's tradition.