I was at Roller Derby practice last night and poor flatmate (who is having a really unpleasant time at work right now was working really late - neither of us were in until 10.30pm. Most unusual as you can imagine.
And boy, were we told off or what! Toby was meowing his little head off. We gave him his dinner, he gobbled it up, and then he meowed some more. And then some! And when I tried to pet him, he hit out at me with his paws.
He was in a real paddy for a good hour. Not pleased with his slaves last night!