Alas! She's on to me.

Herself provided us an especially tasty dinner of tuna flakes tonight, and stayed to watch us eat it. Presumably because That Annoying Haskell had an upset stomach and she wanted to make sure he ate. She usually gives us dinner in the kitchen and then leaves, but tonight she didn't. So, she discovered that lately I've been beating the crud out of Haskell and eating his dinner as well. Why not? After all, I AM the top cat of the household. I deserve extra food. And even if I can't eat it all myself, I don't want HIM to have it.

Well, apparently my creative reapportionment of the food supply didn't meet with Herself's approval. All mealtimes from here on out will be supervised. There goes my chance to get seconds. However, on the bright side, Herself has been reading a lot about cat diets, especially raw food, and she informed me that she was going to cut out the dry food and increase the wet food, and look into a raw diet. Sounds good; kibble's all well and good, but wet is better! Although I certainly hope she doesn't expect me to start killing my dinner myself. That, after all, is what the staff's for, isn't it?