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Poor Elf, who was so good this morning, and waited patiently to ask for his breakfast until my alarm clock went off (he sits on my tummy clock-watching until it does), is still waiting for his breakfast...
He's getting more and more indignant. And mewing, in a worried fashion, about my total failure to give him food.
And I feel AWFUL. Even though I was told by the vet, very sternly, not to feed him this morning, so that he's got an empty stomach for his sedation-and-teeth-cleaning appointment, and even though I know that's a very good reason, I still am having to fight HARD not to sneakily feed him anyway, because my PRECIOUS BOY is HUNGRY, and asking so NICELY. I'm killing every ounce of trust he has in me, and I'm a HORRID MUMMY who doesn't CARE.
*feels DREADFUL*
He's getting more and more indignant. And mewing, in a worried fashion, about my total failure to give him food.
And I feel AWFUL. Even though I was told by the vet, very sternly, not to feed him this morning, so that he's got an empty stomach for his sedation-and-teeth-cleaning appointment, and even though I know that's a very good reason, I still am having to fight HARD not to sneakily feed him anyway, because my PRECIOUS BOY is HUNGRY, and asking so NICELY. I'm killing every ounce of trust he has in me, and I'm a HORRID MUMMY who doesn't CARE.
*feels DREADFUL*