"Fresher food, please."

While I was making myself breakfast, Natasha came along and got a drink out of her mug. Then she sat behind it and meowed at me, hoping I would put new food in her dish. Instead I got the camera and took her photo before returning to my eggs on the stove. I turned back to her and found she was apparently resigned to eating the food I had put out half an hour earlier. It's a tough life, kitty!

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