“I know,” she answered the cat. She always answered with “I know.”
Gracie went to the kitchen cupboard and pawed at it, several times, and it opened. The woman thought it was cute.
The woman shrugged, took out some cat treats and sprinkled them on Gracie’s plate. Gracie went over and inspected them. Everything was artificial chicken flavour. It made her itch.
Gracie wondered how she could communicate this.
She jumped up on the woman’s desk, sat in front of the laptop. She placed her paws onto the keyboard, poised thoughtfully, and threw up on it.