Caturday.
I take a shower. Nice, clean, no allergies, no fur. And then I go outside. It doesn't want food. It doesn't want water.
NOOOO, it wants scratches. It's like this being knows what days I take showers on. And for a hour or so later I'm sneezing.
Caturday.
The creature came into the yard screaming about how nobody on this planet left food out for it. This time, I scooped it up and held it in my arms. After setting it down, it did this:
And after putting food, that UNGRATEFUL LITTLE FELINE just did this:
There was another time he came...
Mittens (next door cat, I did not name him that) got his food. I summoned him to the fence, went to get the food, and, like normal, he sat there waiting for me to dispense it.