My cat woke me up from my afternoon nap by sitting on my chest and smacking me in the face. Okay, I get it you want something I think. Sure enough his crunchy (dry food) bowl was getting low. So I fill it with a freshly opened bag of a brand I bought on sale. He sniffs it and then bites me on the ankle! Apparently if he doesn't get Whiskas or Meow Mix he isn't a happy camper. What a spoiled cat he is. I'll take the bag of food up to the animal shelter, I'm sure those cats will appreciate it.
Sampson Theodore Roosevelt Dalton Gangaroo.