The Saga of the Food Bowl Continues. . .

Okay, so I'm a finicky old cat! Sue me!
I did like the higher food bowl. .. for about a half hour
Then I hated it, it was weird and it was too high!
Mistress kept playing tricks to get me to eat, like hand-feeding me, and giving me Squeakers' old kidney food, etc.
I would eat too, but not much.
finally, just before she called the vet in panic, she washed my dish!
Duh!
We kitties are clean, for Pete's sake, we like clean litterboxes and clean food bowls!
Now, I'm not saying my bowl was full of dried food and slobber, but it just needed to be cleaned, that's all!
And for days I've been following her to my food bowl, like I'm hungry. . .and I am, and meowing at her, humans are so sloooooooowwwww!
I also put her into close-to cardiac arrest last night! What fun!
It was kinda dry in here, so I made a noise with my throat, her back was turned, so I went and batted at something she had on the floor, she said it sounded like I was choking, so she yelled "SANDY!!" which really scared me, so I ran!
She chased me and I kept running and she kept saying "I just want to look at you!" but I wouldn't. Finally, when she calemed down, she turned around and I was lying, all comfy on the couch!