Tuesday is gizzard night, which is a big deal here. SB is pretty talkative, but he was OOC tonight from the minute we got home (at 6:15) until dinner (at 7). He usually comes to greet us and might follow us upstairs, but he was incessantly talking tonight. He must have seen the calendar and read the feeding schedule on the fridge. I seriously think he missed the memo that the S in SB is for silent.
5 cats. 1 baby.