The life of a manipulative cat.

Once one of us two (I or my wife) enters the house (from work or somewhere else), the cat moves out for a meeting and begins to give a sound signal of the type of "myu". So he asks to eat. This happens regardless of the degree of satiety of the animal. If he is filled with food, he stops giving the sound signal. If the food is not served to him, then his small livestock after exactly five minutes still silences and behaves absolutely calmly. I usually come from work an hour before my wife. My cat loves to make me eat first. And then demand that his wife also feed him. A poor woman, seeing the grieving face of the animal, thinks that the ugly husband is back for the guitar, forgetting to feed the cattle. So the cat used to dinner twice. But sooner or later, all these murky tricks emerge. In the most funny way. First, when I come home, I don’t feed the wool, thinking my wife will feed afterwards. Then my husband comes home confident that I’ve already fed him. Thus, the roasted cattle was left without dinner at all several times. The moral of this fairy tale is quite simple - cats are still stupid people. But more sympathetic.