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in the hopes that it'll be a bit easier for Finn to manage, and Moonpie too as she gets older. The vet suggested that definitely part of the reason he doesn't always eat is that he may not remember to until the food is literally right in front of his nose - I've noticed this myself, he's vague on the subject until he's had time to smell that food for a minute, then he falls on it like the proverbial army of ravens - but another part may be that it's painful for him to put his head all the way down into his bowl. The previous set was also elevated, but this is *more* elevated and, again, tilted.

I couldn't get the bowl to tilt, though. E had to do it for me. She rolled her eyes and said it's not like she performed witchery and magic, but as far as I know she did. A, for their part, has been cleaning the upstairs all day. They moved the oven out of the dining room and into the kitchen, which will certainly be more convenient. I was in and out of that kitchen for a good quarter hour before I noticed, and then I wasn't sure if they'd managed to sneak it in behind my back.

Every once in a while somebody in my family will say something like "How could you miss that?" or "It's right there, you walked right by it!" and it's good to keep a catalogue of all these other times when they don't say it so I can say either "You've known me my whole life" or "You've known me your whole life", depending, to explain why I didn't see, say, that very last garbage bag to take out.