every night, like clockwork, our boy cat George punctuates the end of our bedtime routine, and the start of our descent into sleep, by yowling a very sad, pitiful tune just outside the bedroom door. “meeeeooowwwwerrr! meowerrrroowowwowww” he cries, his puny voice shrill and high-pitched, as he begs for us to come back out and play, or cuddle, or preferably both at the same time. sometimes, if the crying lasts for an inordinate duration, Ulrich or I will go back out to the living room to make sure that both cats are uninjured and breathing, but more often we ignore him until he eventually forgets his misery and falls quiet on his own.
I always wonder the same thing with our cats... Perhaps their sense of hunger is a non-negotiable, unlike the way we humans tend to suppress or outright ignore it by distracting ourselves with "more important" business items?
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I always wonder the same thing with our cats... Perhaps their sense of hunger is a non-negotiable, unlike the way we humans tend to suppress or outright ignore it by distracting ourselves with "more important" business items?