Looking up

The humans seem to be going to the food room a lot.
They go to the big white thing, and open the door.
The big white thing is full of food... I can smell it.
I can smell ham.
I can smell cheese.
I can smell chicken.

When they go to the big white thing, I follow them and sit by it.
I look up at it.
I look up at my humans.
I meow for food.

I know there is so much food in there.
My humans should let me have it all.

They keep going over to it.
I keep staring up at it.

I has a catty neck ache.