I'm in the kitchen, cooking. Talisker-cat has followed me in, expectantly. He is standing by his bowl, which has half a portion of wet cat food in it, fresh (ish).
He looks at me expectantly.
I pick him up, physically, and place him in front of his bowl. Quite often that works, but not this evening.
He turns. He looks at me expectantly.
I'm not going to give him new food.
I lean down, and turn the bowl around, so the food is now directly facing Talisker.
He starts to eat.