My lovely Grace had a poorly tummy so hadn't eaten for about 24 hours. When we went to bed (Grace sleeps on her bed by the radiator in our room) I was woken at 3pm by her scratching at the bedroom door. She never wakes us in the night so I rushed down the stairs with her thinking she needed to 'go'. As I was unlocking the door she sailed past me and into the kitchen and stood by her food bowl ... looked at it ... then looked at me ... then looked back again at her bowl ... it couldn't have been clearer. Her appetite was back! Smiling, I gave her some food which she devoured as if she hadn't eaten in 24 hours, which of course she hadn't! then she started scooshing the side of her mouth clean on the carpet (for undoggy people, it's not as bad as it sounds!) then she looked up to the cupboard where the treats are kept. It was official, at 3pm in the middle of the night her poorly tummy had declared itself well and truly better!
My lovely Cracker now has her food in the living room at night where she sleeps in case the 'black cat' gets in the cat flap and steals it. When we go up to bed, I arrange all the cushions on the sofa for her 'princess and the pea style' (she's not allowed in the bedroom because she tries to sleep on my head!) and she settles on them and watches as I place the food on the coffee table just by her. I can tell she thinks this is just how it should be. I have images of her hooking a single meaty chunk with her claw, grape style and popping it in her mouth before putting a little cat sized silk sleeping mask on and stretching out as soon as I leave the room!
A picture of my darling Grace fast asleep on her bed
... don't you just love it when that happens :o)