Fling

Last night I was woken up by Grady flinging kibble out of his dish. At first I thought he was scooping it out onto the floor to eat it, but when I realized I didn't hear him actually eating, I sat up just in time to witness the next fling -- followed by him licking the kibble dust off of his paw. @#!!

Grady begged Ethan for food all day. When I got home he begged me until I gave him special cat-tuna (which he gobbled up yesterday), only to have him turn up his nose at it.

I really want the tube out of his neck. He constantly scratches at it, and the cone only slows him down. I still find bits of gauze in the damndest places. Eat, boy, eat!