We have four cats, and all four have completely different personalities.

However, they do agree on one thing.

My wife is apparently the alpha cat.

They follow her around the house like a pack of little lion cubs. Meanwhile, she somehow understands their weird little demands.

Me?

If they could talk, I’m pretty sure their first words would be:

“Hey asshole, we’re fucking starving.”

Never mind that I fed them an hour ago.

Never mind that there’s probably still food in their bowls.

According to them, they haven’t eaten since sometime during the Obama administration.

So yeah, four different personalities.

But apparently, one shared struggle.

Dad never feeds us.