The man with the cat, this one:
When we put something especially delicious in her bowl, she can't immediately believe it, rubs her legs, squeezes around the bowl, worriedly looks in her eyes: "Is it me? Couldn’t you be me?" We hung, we persuade, we take on our hands. We behave like a person, thereby depriving the freedom of movement, distancing ourselves from food and further increasing its anxiety. But keeping up and just leaving, seeing such a panic, is almost impossible.

I got this cat a year and a half ago. They lacked hands, just smooked and talked, not leaving the dish. No worries or problems now. But one special effect we scratched. Every time hungry, the cat approaches the bowl and flies in front of it - waiting for it to be fried. An unhealthy cat does not eat.
Good luck with yours.