Our blue-eyed BuddyBoop, whose name has migrated to such sobriquets as Ooper and OopityBoopity, is a wee bit cross-eyed. He stands by his full food bowl and looks up at Big beseechingly and often mewls once quietly: “Oh Monkey-Boy, I’m still a starving kitten and the food bowl is empty.”
Big has learned to stir the food with his Magic Food Finger. OopityBoopity indicates his gratitude and has a snack out of the newly-filled bowl.
If the Magic Food Finger is not employed in the evenings, the 15-pounder jumps on me as I sleep and then stands on me. The pain of focused pounds per square inch exerted by four cat paws cannot be underestimated.