Yesterday evening, our 2-foot let us out of the cage and brought us some food, but I just was not in the mood for it. I don't know why, I just wasn't. One of them started to panic straight away, but the other one said "Just give Dandy a little time, he'll eat when he's ready". After a couple of hours though when I STILL hadn't eaten, they made me take some really nasty medicine (Infacol I think it's called), so I ran to the back of the living room to sulk for another hour.
By now, the 2-foots were frantic, so I had a stroll down to where the food was, had a sniff of it, and decided that I was hungry after all and ate and ate and ate.
What a load of fuss over nothing.