My Cat’s Countdown to Dinner: A Drama

Every evening, my cat transforms into a tiny, furry clock. Tonight, I caught her sitting by her bowl at exactly 6:29, staring at me like I’m the world’s slowest chef. Food officially drops at 6:30. You’d think she’s prepping for the Hunger Games, not just dinner. She’s perfected the art of guilt-tripping: wide eyes, a dramatic sigh, and the occasional tail flick for emphasis. I swear, if I’m even a minute late, she starts her Oscar-worthy performance—rolling on the floor, meowing like she hasn’t eaten in years. It’s become our nightly ritual: her silent countdown, my desperate attempts to finish whatever I’m doing before the clock strikes 6:30. Honestly, I think she enjoys the suspense more than the food. Anyone else living with a four-legged food alarm? #PetLife #CatDrama #DinnerTime #Pets