You’re going to like this post. I’m Going To Show You Why My Cat Would Probably Be A Better Trader Than Most People. Seriously.
I’ve got a cat, Frankie. When I first saw him he was just a stray kitten roaming around the neighborhood with his momma and sibling cats.
Come winter the momma cat and the other kittens had disappeared, but Frankie was still around. He more or less adopted the area under my porch as his home.
I started to feed him, give him fresh water after awhile. The first few times I did that it was because I wanted to make sure he had something to eat and all this. After I’d fed him a couple of times the little jerk got on a schedule. I usually wake up around 4am, Exercise, shower, eat plan my day and then start working around 4:45.
So Frankie gets this schedule of his down. He shows up around 5am every morning and then again around 3:30-4pm. Once I’d been doing that for a while he acted as though I’d entered into a binding contract with him to provide food and water twice a day. If I did not have anything out he come up to the door and just howl and groan and cry. Then he would take his little paws and just keep pitter pattering em on the door until I got sick of his patheticness and gave him food.