Tracy works so I am in charge of kitty care.
Sometime after 4:00 pm every day our “big boy” Jerry feels it is his duty to let me know that it is time to feed him and Marilyn (although I believe it is him that he is primarily concerned with).
The picture below is the regular dinner-time view to the left of my recliner as he (not so) patiently waits for me to spring into action. You can almost read his mind, “OK Daddy, it’s time for you to get off your butt and feed us."
His stomach keeps better time than my watch.
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