I’m still cat-sitting. I’ve paid close attention to His every move upstairs, and I truly didn’t see or hear this cat pee all day and night yesterday. I was ready to take Him to the vet until FINALLY He voided His bladder at 2 a.m. People, the joy, the relief I felt.
We have bonded so much that we trade slow blinks all the time. Especially while He’s eating. And the sweet baby eats like a raccoon. He lolls on His side, reaches up to His elevated bowl, feels around for a morsel of kibble, then kinks His wrist to snag it and pull that bite down to the floor, where he chomps on it one piece at a time.
Intentional eating, I think that’s what they call it. Surprising he’s so heavy.