I don’t know how I managed it, but I’ve ruined my cats. Absolutely, totally ruined. Neither of them will actually forage for food anymore. Go to their food dish by themselves? Nope. They come into the office instead, and yowl at me until I take them to the dish and watch them eat the first few bites.
Is it a bonding thing? A way for them to assert their dominance (pfft. Like their authority was ever in question). I’m not sure. I haven’t had a chance to contemplate—G.T. has been making too much noise, laughing his head off, for me to have the required silence for such deep thought.