today i sang while I was fixing the cats' lunch and Mr Chance watched me like WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE HUMAN, WHO BROKE HER, OH GOD ARE WE GOING TO THE VET. but I also managed to get the wet food at the exact right texture/temperature and then I plated it (ie I garnished it with a treat) and he was conflicted because his brain was both like "something suspicious is happening, possibly bad" and "this food is amazing" so he finally settled on eating the food as fast as possible BEFORE whatever doom could befall him, while occasionally glancing at me suspiciously from over his food bowl.
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Date: 2017-10-07 05:33 pm (UTC)CATS.