Watch him scheme...

We're trying to change Tuxedo's habit of whining for food for three hours leading up to his feeding time. The way we're doing this is with one of those futuristic feeding machines, a device you can time and control the volume of kibble distribution.

The twist? The kibble sits in a clear container on top of the feeder. This must be torture for Tuxedo, a guy who would scale pantries for bread, and has taught himself how to open cabinet doors to get to his kibble after he eats a weekends amount of food in the first ten minutes after we leave for two nights.



In the first few days of this apparatus being in his food spot, you could hear him messing with most of the night. Thankfully he can't get it to turn, to swivel like a jar lid.

The tray does come off, though, and in that event, the food won't come out. We've tried to fix that problem, mostly by positioning the entire contraption so the bowl is pinned to the wall.

We're just waiting for Tux to be able to figure out how he can get his food. It's either a matter of time, or a matter of torque and a physical impossibility for him. We'll see.