Some greedy cats present themselves at top speed whenever the fridge door opens. Usually a waste of effort. The fridge contains some awful things, like tomatoes and pesto; treats aren’t always guaranteed. Treats like milk….
I’m more subtle than that.
I present myself as soon as I hear the kettle being switched on. Rachel says I can hear a kettle boiling from two streets away. I know exactly where to position myself – near the kettle.
Oh come on, think. Kettle = tea.
Tea = milk (not pesto, or parsley, or nasty chutney)
And there’s usually some for me. Readiness and timing, that’s all it takes.