Dearest Fluffbrain,
If you want me to fill that bowl, get your furry face out of it.
prrip?
Yes, Cloud, I am talking to you. Kitty food will not go through a kitty head. The bone is solid, even if there is nothing but fluff inside it.
prrrreow?
Yes, of course I still love you. You’re my sweet cuddly calico babygirl. But the fact remains that you have, if anything, more fluff on the inside of your little head than on the outside of it.
Never mind. Enjoy your breakfast.
Love,
The Self Propelled Food Dispenser.
Puck has still not learned to work the cat door.
He jumps up on the desk top and yells at the door. The girls work it just fine.