Since losing my beloved Morph two weeks ago, Portia has been on strike. At first I thought maybe she was missing him, but actually she is now looking very pleased with life and has been much more affectionate than usual (she's not a cuddly cat but will sometimes perch on my hip or sit next to me)
But.. she has refused all cat food.. distainful sniff and walk off.
We have resorted to tinned tuna, shared our chicken, shared my prawns.. and tonight.. yes I have given in and given the rejected (decent) cat food to next door's cat while I cook bloody coley at 11pm!
And on yes she knows she has won....
Alternately purring and slapping me while it cools...
See that face? That's a tyrant in a fur coat....