water into whine

You know, I hate to sound like I'm always complaining. And I know that the short one is "getting on up there in years." But I had to ask not once, not twice, but THREE times for her to feed me. I even walked into the pantry to point at the catfood bag but she just shooed me out.

And THEN, while she was talking into a device she held up to her ear (I really think she's just talking to herself), she actually NOTICED my food dish. Triumph! And then she just walked back into her red room and promptly forgot. As Garfield himself once said, "Aaaaaargh!!"

So, I resorted to another measure. I figured it was worth a try. I sat at her feet, looked up at her, licked my chops and whined a little bit. I abhor whining, but when a girl is hungry, a girl is hungry.

She caught on pretty quick, I will say, and apologized profusely. I was so relieved that I cantered back to my food dish.

I may be fat someday, but by Morris, I'm going to be happy.