and she knows it. Boy, am I paying. She's very old, could have dementia, but the accusing, baleful looks are getting to me. I told her she could have a different kind of cat food, which I know she wants, just because she likes to switch up every now and then. But, I didn't get it, and now we are fighting. Pestering me night and day. Making angry, anguished meows just to point it out. It's not enough to feed a good, balanced diet with clean water. Now, you have to cat-er to their every whim, or you won't get any sleep. My cat is not sick. She is the queen, and wants what she wants. And doesn't mind telling me. I suspect that she will get what she wants, shortly. I am the weak one. She knows it.