When it comes to feeding Kia, patience isn’t just a virtue, it’s a necessity. Basically, she wants to be fed between 10:30 and 11am; she notifies me as to the specifics by becoming very unhappy, very abruptly. Trying to feed her before that is going to lead to a lot of frustration on both our parts, so I’ve learned to try to get the bottle ready by 10:30, but not to even bother trying to give it to her until she requests it. And if I’m late getting it to her? Oh, hell, no, that ain’t gonna fly! ;P
I’m wearing a tribal-style wolf which has been buried in my shirt drawer for far too long (I’m actually running out of shirts for this!) and Kia is wearing her yellow pjs with “<3 Grandma,” because she really does love her grandma.