In the process of feeding my cat today I dropped the little cup of dry cat food as I bent to place it in her bowl. Kibbles flew everywhere and scattered, some landing in her fur, some clear across the room and the floor basically covered with little bits of cat yumminess 🙂
My cat, sitting beside her bowl, looked up at me with a look that said “well, get moving, none of that landed in my bowl and I’m not eating off the floor”.
As I put another scoop in the bowl and she began to eat I went and got the vacuum out. With each kibble sucked up and taken care of it occurred to me that had she been a dog, this wouldn’t have been an issue. After the drop of food, I would have simply walked out of the kitchen as she bounded to and fro in bliss, so happy for the “scavenger hunt” that her amazing Mistress had provided for her ;).
On the flip side though, I can top up her foodbowl and leave for 24 hours and I know she’ll be fine when I get back. No trips out to the great outdoor bathroom needed…no “lack of attention” behaviour to worry about…nope, quite the contrary; when I return I will be greeted with a look (if she bothers to look up when I come in the house) that will say “oh, you decided to come back?” followed by indifference.
People may say cats are uncaring but it’s always her little warm furry body that slowly curls up to me when I need her the most. We just never speak of it afterwards 😉