I wake up at about 5:15 am every morning. My morning is regimented and completely full from the time I wake up to the time we leave for work. Every morning, the cats meow at me – then run to their dish… as if to say “hello, human with the opposable thumbs… you need to feed me.” Even though there is food in their dish.. they can see the bottom of the dish so of course they are meowing for more food.
If you’ve seen bristol (AKA fattie-bo-ballatie) you’ll know he’s not starving to death. Trust me.
I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m busy getting the cat hair off my clothes.