The food arc brings back memories of a neighborhood feral we used to feed. We found Katie with her young kittens during a rainstorm, & after the usual coaxing we sheltered her, found homes for her kittens, & always provided wet food for her whenever she showed up. For a while she took up residence at a neighbor’s several blocks away, & went they went on vacation we assumed her feeding. One day we grabbed some dry food, & when we put down that food she took one look at us & said “no way!” I started to walk back to our house for a can, & she followed me to the corner, chastising me all the way. She waited there until I returned with a can, then herded me back to her feeding bowl. Order restored!
I too have missed Elvis— though I think the presence of ferrets was the last straw. Elvis retreated to his study to organize his suspender collection and update the rules for the great chain of being, cat version.
Whatever happened to Heathcliff’s other fang?