Demanding Daisy

So, Daisy comes through the door and up the hall, shouting all the way. I bolt down the last of my breakfast and rush over to where she's sitting and offer her a stroke.

She gleefully accepts and happily licks my hand and... Wait, what is that that's so much more interesting than communing with my human? It's Whiskas Temptation biscuits!

With that, Daisy promptly abandons me to go rushing over for some crunchy goodness. At least I know where I stand in her life! *is not impressed*