Sometimes I annoy the male human. I meow at him, scratch his chair, jump on his table, lay on his computer, bite his hand, knock over the sensor when he's playing Wii games... But he still loves me. He eats a strange, smelly paste on toast for breakfast. The female human doesn't like this paste. She hates it. The male human calls it Marmite. I love Marmite. The male human let's me have some for breakfast, too. I love my Marms.