We’re stuck in a holding pattern, hanging just below freezing,
cloudy, no snow. Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time feeding
Rafe. He has trouble swallowing when he bends down to a bowl,
so I hold it up for him. I take it from the can, soften it with a
little water, then sit on the floor while he eats. If he likes it
he presses hard against the bowl. I like that, too. If he needs
to stop I move the bowl away, slightly, until he’s ready to eat
again. When he’s done, I wipe his nose and clean his chin, and he
jumps back onto his ottoman.
The other cats watch from a not-quite-respectful distance (they get
some, too, but they’re not hand-fed).