“Meow-meow! Let me in!” I cried. “I want some food! I’m cold!”
My human slave finally lets me in. There’s food on the table. It’s obviously for me! I climb onto the comfy chair and… Ugh! Oatmeal! I whack off the bowl with my perfect paw.
“Human, get me some cat chow!” Uh-oh, here comes the human. She wants me! I jump off. I leap onto the counter, knocking off all of the food. I sit and wait for my Gourmet Cat Food.
The human walks up and starts mumbling some weird words like, “Stupid Cat,” and “Why, oh why, George?”