My black cat, Jaggar, meows wildly at me

every time that I leave the kitchen. He wants

something. He wants food. He wants food

and he wants me to fix it for him. Ain’t going

to happen. You two cats get a wet snack treat

first thing in the morning, and there is a bowl

of dry food on top of the drier, where the dogs

can’t get to it, but you can. And that’s all you get.

Period. End of story. Not up for debate. Have a

pleasant tomorrow. See ya!