I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed
When she’s hungry, she makes this adorably pathetic little mewl with every step she takes and bats her head against our ankles until we move toward her food bowl. That’s how we know she’s pecking and wishes to be furnished with nothing but the most expensive dry food, and freshly minced chicken.
We have a system. She meows, we serve.
Tonight, I get home and we do our little dance. She makes the noise, points me towards her bowl, I give up the goods. She eats like the queen she is.
Twenty minutes later, I’m in the spare room and DH comes home and walks in to the cat's room livingroom. I hear a faint meewmeewmeew and walk in to find him positioned by her bowl and dishing out the kibble like Oprah on a Christmas special.
She’s been playing us. Hard.
But look at that little face 😍😍😍