Sometimes I think my cat is smart. For instance, he’s learned that if he jumps up and hangs on the handle, he can open doors. Pretty smart, yeah?

Then this morning he was yelling at me to feed him as usual, but there were ants by his food bowl. So I fed him and set his food bowl on the other side of the kitchen so I could deal with the ants. He watches me set down his bowl, walks over to where his food should be, and continues to yell as if he’s never been fed.

Dude is lucky we are funding his luxurious lifestyle; he would never make it in the wild. Also quite the handsome little dummy, though.