I know a certain somebody who insists that he’s gone skeletal, heaven forbid mom is two seconds past 6 pm with dinner. His dramatics are – I think, but of course I’m biased – worthy of the New York stage. . .
(*Nearly fell off the chair laughing*)
I’m going to go ahead and say that cats do the same thing. Except our Keku… He hoots and hollers while simultaneously running laps around the kitchen island when you even THINK about food.
He’ll hear you.