I bet you are hungry.
(talking to the cat while she does her sexy kitty feed me roll on the kitchen floor)
I fed you your horrendously expensive canned cat food when I got home just like every other day.
I even gave you a tiny bit of milk on a saucer.
In short order, you horked it all up over there by the front door.
Don't look at me like I don't know what I'm talking about. I got to clean it up because Belle's gag reflex tends to exacerbate things.
The kitchen is closed.