*OK maybe not all, but you've never met my cat have you?
He's a half Burmese, cheeky little guy with a docile temperament and inquisitive nature.



Today was just a typical day.

To give you a bit of background - Maxx likes tinned catfood! His absolute favourite kind is meat in gravy. I buy him two types of tinned cat food (gotta give the little guy a bit of variety haven't I?) Tesco's own label and Sainsbury's own label.
Now the Tesco stuff is OK, but looks exactly like you'd expect, lots of meaty squares and a bit of gravy, you get that satisfying "schloop" sound when you put it in his bowl. The Sainsbury's variety however is more the consistency of human meat pies, soft meaty chunks surrounded in a sea of gravy.
Maxx loves gravy. He loves gravy so much that if you've been feeding him Sainsbury's cat food and then try to feed him Tesco stuff he stops eating the meat and just licks the juices off instead. It's his way of saying "Don't give me the Tesco crap, I want my Sainsbury's!"

Well, this morning I got so fed up with him leaving the meat in his bowl that we had a bit of a "stand off".

I refused to feed him more until he'd cleaned his plate.
He just looked up at me in that pathetic way cats do.

So, I ignored him and attempted to walk downstairs to empty the tumble-dryer. Maxx taps me on the leg repeatedly as I walk past, much like I toddler would to his parents at the supermarket when they want something really badly. When he realises I'm not giving in he makes a bolt for the catflap in a strop, (I'm sure it's his way of slamming the door in a tantrum).

Anyway, I came out of the garage and sure enough, his little face is pressed against the window of the catflap. Cheeky animal wanted to (1) be sure I'd heard he had gone out (2) monitor the ground floor for movement just in case I might relent and give in to his demands!