when olive comes in the kitchen and cries the sound pulls on my heart like a baby and i feel like i want to cry too but i'm the one that feeds us. i try to stay out of the kitchen so she won't cry and my belly will shrink a little maybe. the old cats had a hard time eating two little cans. this kid could eat several big ones. i thought she was getting round, but actually she came with a round belly we thought was full of kittens. maybe she just has a baby buddha belly. i'm going to feed her some more, but i'm going to eat less. appetite rules nonetheless, but we have some wiggle room.