There are 2 treat-times per day--first thing in the morning and last thing at night.
They are always interesting moments because each pet in the house would rather have the treats belonging to the OTHER pets than his or her own treats.
The morning treats started when someone (no idea who) needed medication in the morning--'spoonful of sugar' (or in our house, a bit of dog biscuit or a piece of pounce [yes, pounce is nasty stuff. Reading the ingredients make me gag. But we've yet to find a treat that they will eat that isn't nasty]) and all that. And apparently we are quite guilty of over-anthropomorphising our animals, so we can't give one a treat without giving treats to the other two. Morning treats are a pretty easy; put Dawg outside, give cats treats (to be expanded upon re: nighttime), give Dawg a treat when she comes back in.
Evening treats started as a way to convince Dawg into her crate at bedtime (she has since graduated but knows the command "bedtime!" means she should find her bed and be behind the baby gate) and is a bit more challenging. I say "bedtime" and the cats head toward the kitchen for their treats and Dawg heads toward the bedroom. I throw Dawg a biscuit and 90% of the time, that's where it ends. The other 10% of the time, La Doof Kitton decides that he would much rather have Dawg's biscuit than wait for his treat and throws himself between Dawg and her biscuit--a rather dangerous place to be when the rightful owner of the biscuit weighs 5 times more than the kitton.
On those nights, La Doof Kitton gets bowled over and there is much chasing and havoc before Dawg finishes her biscut--the nights following, Dawg is MUCH more alert and proactive. (and you would think I could stop this by giving La Doof Kitton his treat before Dawg gets hers but that simply results in Dawg eating all the kitteh treats AND her cookie--that pesky 'weighs 5 x' bit comes in handy for her on occasion)
La Doof Kitton wolfs down his treat every night and then tries to eat El Gato's treat. You wouldn't know it to look at El Gato and her *ahem* Rubenesque figure, but El Gato is a picky eater--she must sniff fully and ensure that something passes her inspection before she can eat it (her weight problems are likely caused by the fact that, in spite of inspecting carefully, I've almost never seen a particle of food fail her inspection. After 10 minutes of sniffing, she eats it, regardless of what it is). The obvious solution to this would seem to be to give El Gato her treat first so she can finish inspecting and have it eaten before La Doof Kitton gets to it...but that fails--La Doof Kitton is to speedy.
The solution is to stand in the kitchen and get out two cat treats every night--then to take one treat and hurl it somewhere as far away and as inconveniently accessed as possible. This thrown treat is La Doof Kitton's treat. It never occurs to him to wait for the 'easy access' treat to be put down in front of him, he can't resist the chance to stalk the treat into an out-of-the-way location.
So while La Doof Kitton retrieves his treat from behind the couch/on top of the TV stand/tumbling down the basement stairs/under the door to the hall closet, El Gato watches him run off, and sits, with her tail patiently wrapped around her feet. And I set the second treat in front of El Gato. She inspects (her inspections *have* gotten shorter since we added the kitton) it and eats it; usually finishing it before La Doof Kitton returns victorious from his hunt.
Enter last night...
when we opened the kitteh treat container to see ONE lonely kitteh treat.
We considered our options and, watching La Doof Kitton do his darnedest to steal Dawg's biscuit, decided that was the easiest. We gave Dawg her biscuit. We gave El Gato that last kitteh treat. And we handed another Dawg biscuit to La Doof Kitton.
He sniffed it carefully. He looked at us. He sniffed the biscuit again. He looked a bit offended. He sniffed the biscuit again. He looked at us with the look of "is this a trick? I'm not allowed these, they're Dawg's" showing through...which is when it occurred to him that he wasn't allowed to have these. Suddenly, the value of this 'forbidden' treat dawned on him. He snatched it away and disappeared into the basement and I could almost hear the evil cackle as he gloated over Dawg's biscuit being his.
I hope he ate it but I have a sneaking suspicion he hid it to tease Dawg with it tomorrow.