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George is making me CRAZY. She is my cat- I adopted her in college. She (and Max) have been with me through thick and thin. She's listened to me rail about bad boyfriends, bad jobs, and when life has sucked in general. She's always up for a cuddle, and sleeps at the foot of our bed. However, she's 13, and has become a pain the ass with old age.
When she can see the bottom of her food bowl, she freaks out like she will starve to death. It doesn't matter if the bowl is full, and all the food is pushed to the side of the dish, she sees the bottom of the dish, and the world is going to end.
So, last night, she wakes me up. Pulling and chewing my hair. I shove her away. I want to sleep. Really, that's it, sleep. Nope, George thinks I need to be up, and feeding her. I'm half asleep, and shoving her away, and she's relentless.
Finally, I get up, half asleep. Full bowl of food. The bottom of the bowl is barely visible. I curse at George, fill her bowl, and she happily eats.
George, I understand you are getting crazy in your old age, but this food bowl obsession is making me crazy.
All bitching aside, I love that cat to pieces. Besides her food dish insanity, she's a great cat. Crazy as hell, but a good cat.