My poor kitty was recently diagnosed with diabetes, and before the expensive and difficult treatment by way of insulin, the vet has recommended a special diet for her. Unfortunately, the presence of visiting PITA-cat makes simply leaving the food out in a dish not feasible; he's a bit of a pig, and it's not like he needs the special diet.
So my already spoiled cat now gets her meals served directly; I'm sure she thinks the clear glass bowl is crystal, for certainly the royal treatment is going to her furry little head.
The other morning, I brought her the dish of food. She barely glanced at it.
I lowered it slightly and tried to get her attention. Her ear barely flicked.
I lowered it further. She wasn't deigning to acknowledge this.
I knelt on the floor to give it to her. She uncurled and stood up to receive my offering.
I now know my place.
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