Hoarding

Ohhh man, mom and dad found my stash of gravy food under the bed. They say I'm hoarding canned food... whatever hoarding means. I don't think I've had a problem with that since they started giving me that hairball preventer stuff. Oh well.

They put all of the cans back with the supply under the counter. I know they've seen me, giant can hangin' out my mouth. They'd just take it and put it away. What did they think? I wasn't taking it somewhere safe?

Silly humans. And I was getting so close to figuring that pull tab thing out too.