I came downstairs to make my son's breakfast and get him ready to go off to school...Alastair was pacing on the countertop...he saw me and yelled out a big loud "meow"...
Normally he does this when walking around the house looking for the other maniacs...
Then he does it again, really really loud...looking right at me...
Now, I know he wants something...and sure enough I went into the cat room and there wasn't any food left in the bowl...
I filled it and now all is well again with His Fatness...



