My cat died recently at the ripe old age of 17. I miss him every day. Strange, because we always had a rather competitive relationship.
About 5 years ago he was having problems with his stools. He needed more fluid, but being a cat there wasn't a lot of point in doing much.
I always fed him on shachets of cat food. I found that by adding a little warm water and sirring it well, he lapped up the fluid before eating the (?) meat.
It worked for a while. But after a few weeks, he must have figured it out becaues he took to tipping the bowl to empty the fluid first.
