I think it may have been more of a commentary on breakfast being unacceptably late.
Ouch, that may be so as well.
NiMH thinks we are funny looking, if defective, cats.
He does not understand that he is about a foot tall with four legs while we only have two legs and are too big to fit through most brush.
He has tried to get me to rumn through thickets with him.
And he gets so upset about it when I can’t.