I have to get creative with reminding my humans when it is time to feed me. My first option is to meow and follow them around, even try to trip them so they know I need something. My father is a klutz and has stepped on me a couple of times when I do this. To avoid being killed by him, I've had to adjust and come up with new tactics. I find that if I get in their faces, meow, and beg for attention for long periods of time, they will eventually feed me to make me "go away". Suckers. They normally feed me at 1 in the afternoon. If I work them enough, I get my food a little ahead of schedule.
Mom and dad like to play computer games, so I jump on the desk to to block the screen. I park it right in front of the screen. I won't move until I get what I want. This is usually followed up with how cute I look and what a silly cat I am. This is kind of humiliating, since this means they don't take me seriously in these moments. I want wet food! If I can ever get these silly humans completely trained to feed me on time every day, I'll start working on getting them to give me more again later in the day. However, given my brother's lack of discipline when it comes to food, I must figure this out by myself. *Sigh* I'm a mastermind with incompetent minions. It's 12:15, I need to start clawing on daddy's leg until he gets the damn point. Maybe I can get fed early today? Tonight, I will work on my master plan to get the delicious wet food twice a day. Hopefully, my dumb brother, Marty, will leave me alone long enough to strategize... After my cat nap of course.
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