The male human has been getting ideas above his station. He thought he could tell me what to do. I told him that I wanted some more breakfast. He ignored me and went to do some of that writing stuff he does. I followed him and told him again that I wanted my second breakfast. And he ignored me again.
Well, I wasn't standing for that. I waited until he came back into the living room and gave him the biggest merkle I had. I snarled my lips, puffed my whiskers, furrowed my furry brow, curled my tongue and made a loud merkle-erk at him.
He laughed at me. Then he gave me my second breakfast. I win.