Over the three days, he came to accept me as a port in a storm. He let me feed him, pet him and take pictures of him.
My niece came home and said his bowl was completely empty even though I put more in it than she directed (in case I couldn't make it over there the next day).
I confessed that I put more in than she said and couldn't imagine how a cat could eat that much.
She said he always overeats when he's depressed.
I didn't realize the cat and I had so much in common.
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