Ellie stood over her empty food dish like a tiny striped supervisor conducting a very serious inspection. Her golden eyes narrowed. Her whiskers twitched. The bowl behind her gleamed with absolutely nothing inside it.
This was unacceptable.
She didn’t meow. She didn’t beg. She simply stared with the kind of disappointment that could wilt houseplants. One slow blink. One heavy sigh. One deliberate paw tap on the metal dish.
Moments later, kibble poured into the bowl. Justice was restored.
Ellie began eating, calm and victorious — already preparing to be outraged again in about twenty minutes.
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