The peeps have always said I’m a slow and picky eater. I take a few bites and then walk away, only to return later for a few more bites. This continues until most of my food is gone. They also say I’m messy cos I like to put my food on the floor to eat it. I’m lucky I’m an only cat or I’d wind up starving.
After ten years, I have a confession to make. I have whisker fatigue. TW has tried buying me those oblong dishes but I won’t eat out of them. What’s a cat to do?
