So it goes.
Every now and again, our cat Sophie will choose not to eat all of her food. We don’t know why, but at least one of us worries a lot about that—mostly about the act of throwing away food. There are, apparently, starving cats in Africa.
It struck me some time back that perhaps the issue is related to what and how we’re feeding her. Specifically, she gets a packet of wet food each morning, and those packets comes in two flavors. I pondered if she liked one more than the other, hence leaving only the one unacceptable type. Being the adroit scientist, I went all Jane Goodall on the situation and developed an intricate experiment that included (consisted of?) tracking what flavor she received each day.
That, I figured, would reveal the solution.
It has been a while now, and of course, she’s become the total oinker, eating everything all the time. I’ve tried giving her streaks of one or streaks of the other. I’ve tried interchanging them. My Sophie Food Journal has gotten full of the scientifically precise checkmarks I give the log each time she finishes things.
Sigh.
The mystery will apparently not be resolved this way.
Because it seems clear to me that Sophie will continue to eat properly, hence continue the feline starvation in Africa, until…of course…I stop tracking her.
Because that’s how cats roll, I guess.
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I’m not sure how this applies to writing, but somehow it must.