When we adopted Sekhmet, she had been a stray for several months (we think). Due to that, she tends to associate food with security, which I suppose is understandable. About three months back, the Goober started chasing the cat for sport, and Sekhmet started hoovering up every scrap of food she could find. So I put the cat on a diet.
How does she cope, you ask?
BY EATING MY PIZZA.