Please share with me, if you would, if you know why a finicky cat, who turns his nose up at his dinner, and walks away from the dish with a disgusted “meow”…
…gobbles it up, as long as you stand over him. Seriously. I’m standing here, on top of him, reaching to send an email from my laptop on the counter while returning a text on my phone. He inhales his food. The second I walk away, he stops eating and starts complaining. As long as I remain here, looming over him, he eats. It seems like it’s more about mommy labor involved in the dinner (my dedication to my “mommy craft,” as it were) vs. the actual tastiness of the dinner.
I think someone said, once (?!), that cats are low maintenance. They clearly weren’t owned by one.