Persia gets fed prescription Hill's x/d to prevent bladder stones, 1/2 a cup
a day, on vets orders.  It's dry kibble.  But she continually tries to guilt
me into giving her more.  She's never been one to hang out in the kitchen,
not even when I'm cooking.  In the past, she'd follow me into the kitchen if
she thinks I'm going to dish up some crunchies for her, but for the most
part when I say, "It's not time yet!" it halts her in her tracks.  (Don't
anyone tell me they don't know what we're saying, they do.)  Anyway, lately
she's turned on these new tactics to try to get me to feed her early or more
often.

I was at the stove in my tiny kitchen making some grits for breakfast when I
felt the sensation of being watched.  I looked over and spied a green-gold
eye (and an ear!) peeking at me around the corner.  I just had to laugh.
She'd already been fed and trust me, she wouldn't like grits.  It's a
southern American thing :)

Lately I walk into the kitchen and there she is, meatloafing on the kitchen
floor with her front paws crossed, as if she's always done this.  She's
*never* done this!  Oh, so now you're going to hang out on the lineoleum to
try to guilt me into more food.  I drink at least 8 glasses of ice water a
day, so I'm constantly in and out of the kitchen for ice (and constantly
filling ice cube trays; I don't have an icemaker).  Now I have this cat
sitting there expectantly, and we *know* she's not waiting for ice. :D

I think to myself, yes, you just wait right there.  I'll go get the mop and
bucket and floor cleaner.  Then we'll see what you think!  Goofy cat :)

Jill <--wondering if the cat actually expects me to mop the kitchen floor...
Mop & Glo where are you?!