I think…I just think perhaps…someone is hungry. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the troublemaker in the door was the one who put her up to it. Does that make Shaylee the feline mafia boss and the ne’er-do-well on the bed (aka Holly) the minion? These two often have a simple yet civil tolerance for each other — when they work together, it’s time to worry. BUT I’m the boss in this house and I’ll feed the critters when I’m dang good and ready. So there.
Okay…so if you’ll excuse me, I have to go now and feed the critters.
Those are “feed me now” eyes! No wavering.
Free will is overrated.
Critters rule uber all!
They wanna eat when they wanna eat, Wendy!
You can say whatever you like, but we all know who is in charge. Meow.