My friend's cat Cam was a lovely little tortoiseshell Burmese - really
little, she was tiny, probably due to her horrible early life. For the first few months after he got her, she couldn't leave food in the bowl. As far as we could tell, she didn't believe there'd be food there tomorrow, so if there was food there now
it had to be eaten right away. This is a problem when you have three cats in the house and the other two are used to free-feeding on kibble in between wet food meals! We'd put down food for all of them; Cam would sit at the bowl and stuff herself until she was spherical, then wobble away to digest it; we'd put down more food for the other two, and Cam would drag herself back to the bowl and try to choke more down.
Thankfully Cam got over it and was able to eat until she was full and leave the rest in the bowl after only a few months. She went on to have a long and very happy life.
I know you want to play fetch. You've made that very clear. Unfortunately, you may be sitting behind my chair making 'throw the toy, Mummy!' noises, but the toy you want me to throw is all the way over there in the hall... where you left it after I threw it last time... and I am not going to go fetch it for you. 'Fetch' implies that you
fetch it, okay?