Today is the day for Socrates to go in to be neutered. Per the vet's instructions I took up his food at 6:00 PM last evening. He was a tad upset and confused at that. He kept going over to where his food is supposed to be and then looking at me as if to say "Where's my dinner?" He'd had access to food all day but as usual only nibbled. He does most of his eating at night.
As I expected he woke me fairly early this morning, wanting to be fed. Naturally he doesn't understand why there is no food for him. I always keep food in his dish so that he can nibble as he likes. I know the poor little fellow is hungry and confused as to why I am so seriously neglecting him. To be honest I'm a little hungry too, but I won't eat until after I drop him off at the vet. It would be cruel to eat in front of him when he can't have anything.
Yeah, I know he isn't going to starve or anything, but it seems that he doesn't know that. He keeps sniffing around his dish and giving me those "please feed me" looks. Breaks my heart, but it's for his own good. If he feels up to it when I pick him up this afternoon, he'll have all he cares to eat.