Gus loves his Fancy Feast Savory Salmon. He spends the better part of his day (when he is not making himself comfortable in my lap) begging for salmon.
While he’s a very sweet kitty and I want him to be healthy and happy, he eats 2 cans per day, about ¼ of a can at a time. That figures up to 8 feedings per day.
Reminder: Gus is a cat, not a newborn baby.
It’s starting to get out of control.
Here are a few examples of his ridiculous behavior:
Will you please feed me instead of taking my picture?
That’s enough pictures, lady.
Now feed me some salmon.
I’m going to sit on your notes and stare you down until you are forced to pay attention to me and feed me salmon. I’m confident this strategy will work.
I’ll sprinkle in a few meows to disrupt your concentration as well.
Hello, did you hear me?
Fine then. If you’re going to ignore me, I will drink your iced coffee.
AAAAALck. Never mind. That stuff’s turrr-bul.
I’m so glad you enjoyed your dinner (and neglected to serve me some even though I very politely sat in a chair).
Now where’s my salmon?
Maybe if I sit at the counter you will put it together that I am hungry and I would like some salmon.
Man, what’s a cat gotta do for some grub around here?
These humans are useless.
Y’all come back now, ya hear?