That Cyrano

Human came home late tonight, and declared FancyFeast, but it wasn't, like, instantaneous. The china saucers had to be dug out of the drainer, which meant some other things had to be put away first, and so forth. Cyrrie was becoming frantic, so the human tried to comfort him: It's coming, sweatheart, it's coming! There will be FancyFeast! Popping of tops! Rattling of saucers! It will happen! He looked up at her - that eyeball to eyeball gaze that cats are (in theory) supposed to avoid - and then he positively yodeled his agonized impatience! Needless to say, when the moment finally came, he got way more than his fair share.