Hooman is late!
I was patient.
I sat and blinked.
I meowed quietly at first.
I padded my paws up and down, in the hooman's napping quarters.
I turned round a few times.
I meowed more urgently.
I headbutted my hooman in the face.
I screamed.
Finally my hooman walked over to my bowl.
Finally he opened a packet of noms.
Dinner was served...late.
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