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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