My baby kitty is the pickiest, most spoiled little prince I've ever known. I love him so much!

He's eating again, but he's putting Andy and I through our paces. I had to offer him no less than three seperate kinds of food today before he found one he didn't turn his nose up at. Who cares? He's been eating for two days straight now; he seems to be putting on a little weight; and, he's resting a lot and seems fairly content with things in general.

The question remains...why did God give cats vocal cords?

I don't know. I really don't know.