A united front
Zach, IrishTenor's big orange cat, lives only for his next meal. On most mornings, he will do his best to turn on the cute and con someone into giving him an extra breakfast. This morning was no exception. IrishTenor woke up an hour after I'd fed Zach and Thundercat, and Zach seized the opportunity to try for a second helping.
Zach: "Meow? Meow? Meow? Meow? Meow? ..."
IrishTenor: "SouthernCanadian, did you feed the cats already?"
Me: "Yes, an hour ago."
IrishTenor: "So Zach is lying to me."
Zach (hopefully, upon hearing his name): "Meow?"
Me: "Yes."
IrishTenor (to the cat): "Zach, that's a nice try, but you need to realize something. SouthernCanadian and I have a little thing in our relationship called communication, and she has communicated to me that you have already eaten. You're out of luck."
Zach: "Meow? Meow? Meow? Meow? Meow? ..."
IrishTenor: "SouthernCanadian, did you feed the cats already?"
Me: "Yes, an hour ago."
IrishTenor: "So Zach is lying to me."
Zach (hopefully, upon hearing his name): "Meow?"
Me: "Yes."
IrishTenor (to the cat): "Zach, that's a nice try, but you need to realize something. SouthernCanadian and I have a little thing in our relationship called communication, and she has communicated to me that you have already eaten. You're out of luck."
