When I get home in the evening, my cats go to ‘wet food’ bowl and meow until food is placed in their bowl. Immediately after, they go to the back door and meow until the door is opened for them to go sit on the porch in the heat. When it’s finally dark, they come in, the door is closed and I don’t see them until it’s bedtime and they jump on the bed to get a good night nudge. I’m telling you, the only reason I think I’m alive (and still living in the house) is that I haven’t strayed from the rules.
My cat lets me know that she’d take me down if her crunchy dish weren’t regularly tended by the servants.
She even backs it up with reminder nips to the Achilles tendon.
And when I trip over something, she races over not to see if I’m okay, but to see if I’m hurt enough for her to take down.