I scratched on the door because I’m hungry. Meow! Meow! I’m hungry. Come and let me in!
I heard the human opening the handle. It’s oatmeal! That’s not what I wanted. I jumped on the chair and sat as I watched the oatmeal. What am I going to do with this foul piece of junk? My owner probably won’t eat this, either. Hopefully the oatmeal will attract mice so I’ll get something better for breakfast.
Then I knocked the bowl off the table.