Cats

Cats are very silly.

Scene: I am in the bathroom, having had a shower as soon as I get up, so my hair will dry before I need to leave for my con in a few hours. This is a shocking evil of enormous proportions, because I didn't feed the animals first. I turn the shower off to hear the thud, thud of cats hurling themselves bodily at the door. While I'm getting dressed in the bathroom, I hear Pellinor get up and go downstairs. I shout out at him to feed the cats.

I then emerge from the bathroom to hear the sound of catty biscuits being served downstairs. The cats stare at me and wail piteously on the landing.

Me: "There's food downstairs!"
Cats: *wail* (perhaps to say: "but there's a big scary monster there, too.")
Me: "But when has he ever eaten you or done any bad stuff to you?"
Cats: *wail* ("But he exists!")
Pellinor comes upstairs. Cats flee to hide under bed.
Me: "So he's not downstairs any more. That means you can go and get your food."
Cats emerge from under bed and wail. I go downstairs and shake food bowls. Cats come downstairs and stand in kitchen, begging for food.
Me: You've already got some! Look! There it is!
Cats: *wail* ("We're staaaaaarving!")
I pick up random cat and put it down next to food bowl. I rattle food. I hold food in palm and let cat sniff at it. I direct cat's nose into food bowl. I then do the same to the other.
Cats, walking away from food: *wail* ("We're staaaaarving")
I pick up bowls, and hold them out of sight. I transfer biscuits from one bowl into the other bowl, then swap them back again. I put bowls down.
Cats: "Food! At last!" They eat.