My Aunt microwaves the cat food so they won't have to eat it cold. She's got it all timed out to the second and she always waits for the cats (She's got three) to start eating so she knows its just right. She does it for her dogs as well, which leads me to the conclusion she's nucking futs.
My cat knows how to use the litterbox and that's about it. My relationship to the cat is comparable to Inspecter Closeau and "his little yellow friend." (Was his name Kato?) We like each other enough, but were always trying to out smart each other.
For instance, she wants to be outside. Can't go outside, wants to be outside anyway. I spray her; block her with my foot; make threatening gestures with my heels; yell; make loud animal noises; catapult her with the top of my shoe across the room; I even sprayed the door jamb and such with a nasty tobasco combination (It works for dogs, why not cats, eh?) all to no avail. It's been a little over a year here and everytime I open the door it's an invitation to the cat to try and sneak out.
Maybe it's just the cat. This summer I couldn't open any windows while she was around. She found out she can bite and scratch through the screens to freedom. Good cat, just convinced she's a prisoner of war.
Oh yeah, the cat eats at my mercy and discretion.
She's got me setting food out once a day.