Maybe that's what happens with your cat five minutes after you die, and you just fed it.
Wait a few days.
Whenever my husband talks nicer to the dog than me, I like to inform him that the dog is gonna eat him after he's dead, and I may allow it.
Yeah, well, me and the husband got the argument out of the way early, I showed up last night. LOL. Although yes, it is hard to like, go places and back all the time. I can't find my phone charger (yet) and I could swear I packed it. Thing is, there are a lot of "I could swear" things that well, are merely fictions invented by my brain, etc. Normally, I'd just use some other charger but it's that dang new USB port whatever deal. Sigh. Gonna have to figure that out soon.
I kind of like my phone and hate my phone. It does this weird thing called "split screen" and other weirdness. I could see it being useful, if I ever took a moment to figure out how it works, and how to purposefully turn it on and off and etc.
Anna