This is the look I give Mrs. Human to show how hungry I am. I am pleading, begging, to be fed. Yes, humans can be so thoughtless. They think only of themselves and their food, but we poor felines have to wait. Admittedly there is always a bowl full with vitamin pellets, but she never asks why it is always full. The answer is clear. It is always full because the contents do not satisfy my needs. I do not need pellets, I want the real thing. It must be juicy, organic, recognisable as the part of an animal, or fish.
And so I look and stare. Suddenly Mrs. Human goes into action. She realises the feline neglect she incurs. She moves to the kitchen, empties half a packet (note only a half) into my bowl and I notice she adds a secret liquid, but I do not ask questions. All I want is my food. And then I go into action and wait and stare, although she gets quite annoyed when I sit behind her: something about causing an accident. Eventually after an eternity (she says only a few minutes) my food is served.
What can a feline do under these circumstances. Just look and wait.