Psychological warfare

Back in October we were celebrating Norwestie's surviving pancreatitis. "Feed her little and often" said the vet, "to keep the strain off her insides". Two problems arose.

She likes the often, but not the little. And she now expects to be fed at the new times and the old times.

This blip and the extras were taken inside ten minutes, as she followed me through three different rooms giving me Very. Significant. Looks. The Looks accompanied by gentle but firm prods of paw on foot.

All the while I say, very clearly "it's not time yet!" Something she's heard daily for fourteen years, but somehow it's never penetrated her lexicon.