Avoiding the Blurbstomp – Ouch

I have a cat that won’t stop staring at me. The minute that I wake up in the morning, she is there, dolefully glaring, sure that this will be the morning that I give her breakfast the very second I wake up. The gaze follows me into the kitchen, and it becomes laser focused. It bothers me much more than I ever expect, and yet I could end it by simply feeding said cat when I wake up. However, I refuse to capitulate, as if doing so would render me weak of constitution. 

Saying goodbye to a player you should have dropped months ago is much the same experience.