Elf is extremely hungry - and complaining bitterly at me - because he hasn't eaten anything since 10am.
I know he hasn't eaten since 10am, because that's when I filled up his bowl. And he hasn't touched it since.
Which means, basically, that he's meowing at full volume and trying desperately to get me to feed him bikkies, while standing in front of a bowl that is ABSOLUTELY FULL of the very bikkies he's asking for.
(Elf would, no doubt, maintain that they are, in fact, totally different from the bikkies he's asking for, because the bikkies in his bowl are old, used bikkies. But I'm ignoring him and his insane feline logic.)
He's actually been fairly upset with me all week. First Prince moved out, then his secondary patter-and-feeder (
dr_carrot) moved out, and now, horror of horrors, he doesn't have a second bowl of (Prince's) bikkies to snack off, so he's feeling starved and ill-treated.
I remain hard-hearted. I will calmly ignore my cat's piteous meows, and read the internet instead.
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