cat: PLEASE feed me, I'm starving π«π«
me: Cat, there's food in your bowlβ
cat: I'm begging you, I'm gonna waste away if you don't feed me π΅π΅
me: Cat, it's a clean bowl with fresh food right thereβ
cat: I can feel the Reaper getting closer ππ
me: sits in front of bowl
cat: finally redirects her single brain cell from complaining to observing the food in front of her
cat: eats and then walks away without another word