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I'm not normally anti-Ginger, but is it a genetic thing that both my son and my cat are demanding, irritating little darlings?

Since those many, many trips to the Vee Eee Tee, Sym's been very difficult to deal with at mealtimes. He's back on wet cat food, for the first time since Tammie passed away, and he's quite happy. Trouble is, he's following me around demanding more within minutes of cleaning out his bowl.

I tried putting down one small bowl of dried per day, so he could snack as and when. While this did stop him constantly nagging, it also stopped him eating at all! All he would do is lick the gravy out of his bowl.

So now he's back on three servings a day, and he's driving me mad! He doesn't leave me alone any time I'm on my feet, yelling at me constantly, and he just now ran up to the sofa and reached out with claws extended to pat my arm for attention. He then proceeded to tell me in no uncertain terms just what it is he wants (like he expects me to understand him!) and, when I showed no signs of getting up to tend to his demands, flounced off in a huff.

Le sigh

I haven't forgiven you for falling off the back of the sofa in your sleep and scratching the hell out of my feet, mogg!