My Cat Is Already Waiting for Dinner

My Cat Is Already Waiting for Dinner I set the water pitcher on the black table and sat down. The cat was already in the cane chair, chin resting on the edge. He asked if the three lights meant it was time for dinner. It’s seven o’clock, I said. He watched the glass pitcher. Is that for me. No, that’s for later. He reached up and tapped the metal coaster with one claw, pushing it two inches to the left. He does not need water yet. He just wanted to move it.