
This breed needs a high-protein diet to maintain their large frame, and it’s crucial they get their proteins from meat. Source: ragdoll_dandelion What should Ragdolls eat?īehind a Ragdoll cat’s disarming fuzziness is a muscular physique supported by a sturdy skeletal structure. You’ll also learn all about Untamed wet food that can help your Ragdolls flourish effortlessly!įeeding Ragdolls 101-Get proper cat food! Seasoned home-cooked meals are not a great idea.
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How much wet or dry food they should consume. What food is tailored to this breed’s needs. We have prepared a comprehensive Ragdoll feeding guide to help you figure out: Ragdolls barely hit four months when they are the size of an average adult kitty, and that’s when they still have much growing left to do! Because of their size, they consume larger portions of food than other breeds, but they can still overeat and become fat. Here they are after dinner on Sunday, dozing in front of the fire, imitating a pushmepullyou, with one green catnip brought (a present from Colleen) visible on the hearth, and a a grey one (a present from another friend, Kate) between Charlie’s tail and George’s foot.Untamed’s Ragdoll feeding guide -what food, how much, and how often The key is to make sure they don’t have to share toys or food dishes. They chase each all the time, of course, and they fight, but its never too serious, and-as you can see-they are very relaxed together. When we brought them home I was worried that two boy cats might fight a lot (just as two girl cats would) but they get on well. But then we went to Seattle Area Feline Rescue ad when Charlie settled like a baby bird in my lap that first time, that was that. It’s what we’ve had before, and the combo worked well: the female cat tends to take charge, but the male cat is bigger and won’t let himself be pushed around too much. When we first started looking for kitties we wanted a boy and a girl. Here’s a picture taken on Sunday by our friend, Colleen: Blissed-out George meatloaf, and KelleyĪnd another, taken the same night. They will both settle in laps, though Charlie much more readily than George, who often prefers to sit on a cushion next to us. I’m encouraged by the fact that just in the last week he seems to have undergone a qualitative change: he seems sharper, more agile, and more focused. It’s unclear to us whether that will change as he grows. At this point I suspect if Seattle got hit by an asteroid George might just be able to fend for himself. And he ate the soft bits (their teeth aren’t really up to the bones yet, I don’t think). And George killed his first prey a few weeks ago: a mouse. He’s bigger, stronger, faster and recognises human food as food (Charlie doesn’t yet). George is well ahead in the maturation stakes. Here, he’s chewing a basket handle: Gonna need a bigger basket And Charlie is still teething with a vengeance.
Now it’s chewed stump about an inch and half long. Here’s a picture of the nubbin tastefully lit by a ray of sunlight, long before Charlie even thought about chewing it, when it was, in fact, longer than his head. I woke up yesterday morning to find the sturdy plastic door stop attached to the slider between the kitchen and deck chewed to a nubbin. He certainly destroys as many things as George.
His brain does fritz sometimes, and when he’s tired or stressed his visual processing gets confused, but, essentially, if you didn’t know, you would not be able to tell he has any impairment at all. But over the last three months he’s eaten, played, cuddled and purred his way back to health and strength. Overnight he went from a lively, rambunctious in-charge-of-it-all kitten to an almost dead, helpless and incapable fuzzy little bundle. Charlie also sustained a brain injury as the result of oxygen deprivation during an operation to remove a nasopharyngeal polyp. Along the way they ate a lot and destroyed many, many things. Then they settled down to the serious business of growing, playing, and learning. Then they came to us: George (back) Charlie (front)Īnd within a couple of days owned the place: They begin here, with their foster parent, Cody: I luv you, bruv! Photo by Charlie (top) and George.
We have had them for about half their time on earth. Today the twinsome terrors, Charlie and George, are six months old.