The Director had never happened to be in the kitchen when I opened a can of tuna.
As a result, he had never witnessed the performance.
*crack open tuna*
*cat appears out of thin air*
Duchess: Is that fish?! I want fish!! I love fish! It smells so good! PLEASE give me fish! I must have some fish! OMG I HAVE NOT EATEN IN THREE WEEKS AND I WILL KEEL OVER DEAD IF I DON’T GET FISH RIGHT THIS MINUTE!!!
*accompanied by weaving around my legs, stretching up toward the counter, and general feline drama and histrionics*
Me: Here, just a little.
Duchess: NOM NOM NOM MOAR PLZ
The Director: Do all cats meow that much when you have fish?
Me: Pretty much, yeah.