Every Autumn, Nox decides he does not want to eat cat food. He announces it by very suddenly stopping eating altogether, sending J and I into a panic. We sit with him by his bowl so he can prissily peck at it secure in the knowledge that we are watching him. We try new foods, which are generally rejected. We buy him chicken and hand-feed it to him in small strips (this, he heartily enjoys).
I think it's because we tend to travel in the Autumn, usually a week in NC and then our anniversary trip. He doesn't like that one bit and demands special attention.
Today's victory is that I have him happily eating the expensive as fuck fancy chicken by Weruva, which is basically people food, out of people bowls, in the bedroom by himself. An exquisite fine meal at a private table. But he's eating.
And in a month, he'll go right back to eating his usual.
Cat.
I think it's because we tend to travel in the Autumn, usually a week in NC and then our anniversary trip. He doesn't like that one bit and demands special attention.
Today's victory is that I have him happily eating the expensive as fuck fancy chicken by Weruva, which is basically people food, out of people bowls, in the bedroom by himself. An exquisite fine meal at a private table. But he's eating.
And in a month, he'll go right back to eating his usual.
Cat.
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