A Little Less Needy

It's now been over four months since Wylla last regurgitated a meal.  She's doing so well that I took the throw blanket off the seat of the couch which has protected it from many lost lunches, breakfasts, and dinners during Wylla's first two years.  

Her relationship with food has changed so much in these four months. Before, though she ate nearly every two or three hours, she always seemed hungry. If anyone (human or cat) ate anything, she was always right there hoping you would share whatever it was you had on your plate. She's grabbed spoons from my hand and helped herself to many bites. Any time I entered the the kitchen, she would dash in behind me, assuming it was mealtime.

Now, she is much more relaxed around food and it seems though her life's mission is no longer to eat every moment of the day.  She still screams for her breakfast like most cats do, but when she's done eating, she seems satisfied. I guess things are just getting to her belly a little faster now and she feels "full" much sooner than she did before.

I am thrilled to the moon and back that she's doing so well, but part of me is missing my needy kitten.   I spent so much time with her slung over my shoulder, waiting for her meal to pass from her esophagus into her belly, but those days have gone. She still is happy to be held a little bit, but not quite like she was before.

I supposed this is something all mothers experience as their little ones need them less and less - happy and proud they're growing up and doing well, but a bit sad they're not so little any more.