There has been a Mikalogue requested, so here we go. This conversation is a frequent one in our house.

Mika: Feeeed Mika! Feeeeeeeeeed! FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

Kit: Sweetie, I just fed you half an hour ago.

Mika: Wants more. Feeeed!

Kit: No, honey, you'll run out of food before the end of the day and be hungry all night.

Mika: Won't, is more in bag!

Kit: I know, honey, but the vet and I talked about what would be a good amount of food for you every day, so I measure it out. You don't want to be a fat kitty, do you?

Mika: Don't caaare! Feeeed!

Kit: But if you get fat you won't be able to jump on things so easily. You'll be uncomfortable.

Mika: You is underminin Mika's self-esteem.

Kit: The vet didn't call you fat, sweetie, she just said not to let you get fat.

Mika: Don like vet. Sticks in needles and messes with eyes and always has to go there in horrible box! Now is tryin to starve Mika.

Kit: Not starve you, honey, just keep you healthy.

Mika: Feeeeed!

Kit: Mika. Darling. I've consulted with a qualified professional about the optimum healthy amount of food for you per day. This is what we agreed on.

Mika: Mika is consultin with Mika's stomach. We agrees you should feed more.

Kit: No.

Mika: Is goin to cry at you till you give in.

Kit: If I give you a little bit will you hush up and let me work?

Mika: Yes.

Kit: Okay, here you go.

Mika: ... for about half an hour.