*But mostly DV since he is the SpokesCat, his tummy is highly sensitive to emptiness, either actual or anticipated, and he has the mind of an accountant who happens to count kibble instead of tax breaks.
Is this Steak of Apology for abandoning your Feline Overlord while noisy tree work was being performed outside his favorite window, which interrupted his daytime naps, which was all the worse because lengthy thunderstorms had perturbed his circadian (Catadian) rhythm the night before?
It’s in a baggie…
Oh, that’s better.
Throw in some brisket and I may accept your apology eventually.
Usually, the Humans are not allowed in the Private-Members-Only-Cat-and-Woofie Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, because they are not Members.
There is, of course, an exception if they are working for the Club Members.
Here, Human Mommy is on duty as a cushion for an esteemed, founding Club Member.