Dear occupants of the house:

It is 10:35 a.m. I am hungry. In fact, I am starving. Just because your lazy asses don't bother to eat breakfast does not mean that my little kitty tummy isn't growling. If I could help myself to the large container of Mow Mix, I would be pleased to not disturb you from playing on the computers and/or watching your TVs. However, I am not dexterous enough to open the container myself, so I shall plant a hairball firmly upon the carpet to get your attention. Just watch me. ...