Calliope gets a small portion of wet food in the morning (she’s my 5 am alarm clock) and another when we sit down for supper. She figures wet food you should be all-you-can-eat, but too much and she projectile vomits. She has a dish of dry kibble she snacks on all day.
Her other things are nagging us to turn on the gas fireplace even when it’s warm and giving me grief if I’m not letting her chase a piece of string often enough.
Room service, that’s me.