I took the vet’s advice and let Vincent play his staring game. The vet was absolutely correct in saying that cats are just “gods of another religion” (!!) and it’s sometimes futile for us to try to understand them, especially from our limited human perspective.
How would we know what they want, right?
By 4pm, Vincent came to the kitchen to ask for food. This time I was quite sure he would eat, and I was right.
He ate…a lot.
I hope the food stays in this time. And I’m still hoping the Azodyl is making its way from the stomach to the intestines….
Of course whenever Vincent eats, Tabs and Heidi will get something too.