I'm hungry right now, but my human won't feed me yet. "Not until 10 o'clock," she says. Who cares if I have dry food in two different places in the house? When I want my wet food, I want it then. I don't care if it's two in the morning, I'll start crying for my food (although I did do that once and all it got was me thrown into the den for the rest of the night). I guess I'll go flop down in the middle of the hallway and look as starving and pathetic as possible and see if that helps speed up the process.