3 hungry cats, no wet food at 630am is a very very bad thing. Tobey, adorable though annoyingly vocal as he is was having none of it. Poor Mike was trying to keep him quiet but he was determined to let me know (I was sleeping) that he wanted his wet food, damn it. I of course without the benefit of caffiene yet, and of course only recently having quit smoking was probably just as foul tempered as I could be at having been awakened at such an unspeakable hour. In other words I got up yelled at Tobey, had some coffee and am typing this now, seeing as I’m finally awake. Bad kitty, bad bad kitty.