He had salmon. My little catty nostrils could sense it and wouldn't stop twitching.
I tried to be cute.
I tried to meow by his feet.
I tried to rub against his legs.
I tried to jump onto the chair next to him, and rub my head on his arm.
I tried to paw at the plate.
He put me outside the food room and closed the door.
I could see through the door.
I really wanted the salmon.
I stared at him for catty hours.
He didn't give me salmon.
I'm going to do a big catty poo in the litter tray later, while he's trying to sleep.
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