purr Soma My cat purrs when he feels sick. Which is about 4am and noon and 9 o’clock at night. He purrs because he’s queasy; he’s queasy because he’s hungry. For him eating is a fight. Not the right kibble, not feeling like kibble, shredded fish with gravy, shredded fish but not THAT gravy… And always needing me to eat with him. As if fighting my own disordered eating wasn’t enough. I beg. I plead. I open three cans of food. Sometimes it’s something else altogether though. They say it’s not uncommon for cats to be social eaters, but my furred companion has high demands. Sometime being by my feet isn’t enough - he needs to be at chest level on a table or he needs the warmth and reassurance of my constant touch. He needs me to eat with him when he’s hungry, for the whole time he’s eating. He needs me to move his bowl four inches to the right. He needs me to talk to him while he eats. Any one of these things or something akin to it or blended of it will be the magical key that moves him from staring at me as he purrs loud enough to be heard down turn hallway to suddenly eating as the starved creature he is. They say pets are like their owners. I must be a right mess. I wonder how often I sit there, starving myself, while the solution to my problem is an action that sits easily at my feet. All because I don’t like the solution I have. 231126 what's it to you? who go blather from