Yep! Hanging out in the kitchen while I fix my breakfast! Here they are by the front door. A few moments later, they take turns nonchalantly walking by me, hinting broadly (“Mrow-meow-meow!”) that they would appreciate a chance to have my breakfast, too.

Of course, they are kitty boys, so nothing I’m fixing for me (“Kitty boys don’t like coffee, Dougy!”) is of interest to them, no matter what they think! I have to let them sniff the coffee, whatever, and then they believe me. Maybe.