I’ve noticed something about the humans I live with: every time the younger human comes home from work or shopping, the humans sit down and eat something. It doesn’t matter whether it’s in the morning, afternoon, or night, for some reason, they eat! So, I figure, hmmm, if the humans eat when the younger human comes home, I should eat too, right? I mean, I’m the one and only fabulous feline of this house. So, I sit in front of my dish, and eventually, one of the humans feeds me.
The humans laugh and say that the younger human has a reputation–when she comes home, we eat!!
Oh–here she comes through the door now!
P.S. In case anyone gets the wrong idea, I want to say my humans do feed me other times, too.
P. Booher, secretary