Oh dear, they shouldn't have said THAT. Monumental no-no...
Gizmo is now eating some YA, although we're working our way steadily towards completely 'wet' food. He lets me know of his displeasure over losing his junk food, about midway through my sleep period. He does this by leaping from the back of my recliner, onto my stomach. I bet my tongue shoots out of my mouth like I'm a carnival toy. My radar is beginning to kick in, though..so I can deflect him before he plays trampoline on my gut.
Dottie only mouths her YA just to get a bit of flavor...without her teeth, those teeny little round nuggets of YA recommended for toothless kitties just roll out of her mouth, going kerplunk on the floor in front of her. She thinks she's getting something, but she's not...not really.
Good news is, she actually likes our 4x a day ritual of Eating Pureed Food, so she's not starving. Sits on my lap, gets a going-over with a brush, first, and then eagerly laps her catsoup from my finger...After her meal, she holds up her dear little face for me to wipe with a wet cloth. Gizmo gets his face washed too, although he doesn't need it.... he gets jealous if I don't blot his wiskers, too. Rotten spoiled, both of them.