So now that Elvis is okay, he's decided to stop eating.
For the past two days he hasn't touched his food and I've tried everything to get him to eat something. I sprinkled catnip on his food, I gave him tuna, I cooked him oatmeal—I mixed tuna with oatmeal, oatmeal with catnip, catnip with tuna, and he still wouldn't eat any of it.
But then this morning I figured out something: He'll only eat something if I'm eating it, and then he'll only eat it if I hand feed it to him. He doesn't want cat food or oatmeal or dried up catnip, no. He wants a turkey sandwich, dammit. And he wants it to be served to him.
This is further proof I'm being played for a sucker.
(Seriously though, I am worried about him and I'm watching him closely.)