As we adjusted to life at home, we quickly learned who is boss at home: Saturn. This cat, whom I love dearly, and who has been with me through so much, runs this house. She has decided that her particular method for handling the stress of quarantine is to demand to be fed at random intervals each night. At least twice each night between 12:30am and 5:30am she yowls outside the bedroom door until I give in. If I take too long, she will find any unsecured object weighing less than she does, on any surface high enough to cause a crash and push it off.
She has also decided that now is the time to hone her skill as a picky eater, and flat out reject flavors of wet food that have been in steady rotation for years. I have taken to getting jars of baby food as back up--occasionally if I add it like gravy to her bowl I can change her mind. More often, she just laps up the Gerber Chicken and rice and then throws something off the counter to announce that she will not be fooled.