I am sad to report that Katana's dinnertime manners are not very good. In fact, they are distinctly bad.

First, there are the Looks. Oh, the Looks. Kat wants us to know that it is Food Time Now. She is trying to convey the thought directly to our brains, through sheer force of will. FOOOOOOOOOOD. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.



We collect her dish and the food bag or packet. And the meowing starts.



The meowing gets louder. Just in case, you know, we forget what we're doing, halfway through. Or decide to keep her food for ourselves, perhaps (no thank you).



And LOUDER. What's taking so long?!



We call this stage "shrieky-face".



And then, I'm sad to report, there is the violence.



Honestly, it's lucky she's so adorable.