I feed my cat Robert 5 times a day because of his and his health. He always cries for more hoping some kind human gives in or that mom will feed him tablescraps. Which more often than not happens unless I am within view. This week I had to work at night one night much to my mom's chagrin, I have to admit I don;t enjoy working at night but it does pay the bills of a caviar and champagne lifestyle my mom wants to live but cannot with me retired from the federal government and living on a stipend. So in her mind she was totally justified in feeding Robert again.
I was livid. It made me feel as though I didn't take care of my cat and ultimately didn't take care of her. And I was incensed until I realized that I wasn't going to change her by fussing. I wasn't even going to make a point with her. So I hid the cans of food where I knew she wouldn't be able to find them. And it's all good.
It's all good.
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