Just figured out something about Diesel that makes me feel like such a dumbarse
do share please
So for those who don't know, Diesel is a typical housecat. He has typical cat behaviours and enjoys typical cat things. He's my neighbour's cat, not mine, but I feed him even though I probably shouldn't, mostly because somebody has to.
Like most cats, Diesel enjoys tasty food. He gets wet food each afternoon and can get pretty pushy in the hour or so pre-food, which is normal for cats. Sometimes, he also gets pushy at random times of the day, including a couple of hours after already having wet food, which is also not unusual for cats, so I just chalk it up to his annoying cat behaviour. It'll be a few hours after his dinner and he'll stand in front of my computer screen staring at me and I'll go to make a coffee and he'll run to the fridge and meow at me, and grab my leg when I try to leave the kitchen; it's all very annoying but hey, some cats are annoying, whatever. It's particularly annoying because he mostly seems do to it when I'm super hungry and then it feels awkward to fix myself something while he's looking at me like this, then pushing him away from my food, and somehow after I eat he's never
He does it when I'm hungry.
If you can see where this is going then you're a lot smarter than me, because it wasn't until this week that I started paying attention. When Diesel started badgering me and luring me into the kitchen, I started going. I started making myself some food. I sit down to eat it, he jumps up to smell it like normal; I push him away like normal and he goes to eat some of his dry food (the same dry food that's been there all day but he's been ignoring and bugging me instead) while I eat my soup. Afterwards he stops bugging me and either goes off somewhere to do his own thing or comes over for a snuggle.
Diesel's not leading me to the kitchen to ask for wet food. He's leading me there to tell me to eat. I'm being fuckign. Handled. By a half-stray housecat.
He's currently purring at me and asking for post-dinner snuggles but it just feels condescending now.
Me: Diesel do not eat my soup.
Diesel: I am confirming that you have food and not yet another craft project to get lost in. Good. Now I will go to my bowl and we can eat together.