My ol’ PV had a brain tumor his last six months, and he couldn’t smell his food or water. I had to put it right in front of him and coax him to eat. If he ate a little and came back later, he’d cry, even if there was food in his dish, so I had to do the same thing ~~ wet his nose or stick a piece of food in his mouth. I miss that ol’ man-cat.
It’s sad when our catz are declining. For all I know, Wednesday comes down and rolls on the catnip when we’re in bed. She’s very sensitive to ridicule!