"If you fe-ed me now..."

"...you'll take away the biggest part of me."

My HAYOOGE appetite!

Poor Mister Sawyer now has a habit of following us into the kitchen and making a masive point of licking his empty food bowl clean. Then he stares at us. Then licks the bowl. Then makes a cute, sad little miow. Then stalks out of the room when we refuse to give in.