YANBU OCat. I get nearly all that
and I get to eat my sister's leftovers because she eats less than me and I get to go out hunting for my own food too.
Luckily my hooman believes in penis portions although last time she took me to be prodded, poked and violated at the place that must not be mentioned she was told to put me on a diet, which sounds horrible.
There's a lot of little cats here too. Too many if you ask me, but the hoomans tell us this is fostering, because a lot of cats aren't as lucky as we are to have nice loving homes and lots of food and we must make them welcome because we were fostered once after we were found wet and hungry behind a bin, and were allowed to stay forever. The hoomans promise that no more will be allowed to stay forever, but I'm not so sure.
It's not too bad because I get to teach them how to hunt by bringing them mice to play with. The hoomans don't really like this, but I think they like it because I'm being nice to the little cats.
The little cats wanted me to ask if they are BU to play with the noisy toys like the crinkly tunnel and the ball with the bell in when the hooman to talking to the laptop again. I don't think they are BU because the hooman is ignoring the little cats and tap tapping away all the time and all the talking disturbs our sleep when they didn't even used to be here that much.
I don't know what's going on, but they're here all the time now and it used to be that they were out most of the day nearly every day, sometimes in the evening which was bad because sometimes they weren't here when we got hungry but now they almost never go anywhere.