Nemo is one sneaky cat. Most of the time he seems sweet and extremely well behaving. He comes running/walking to us when we call, patiently works with me at each training sessions, and gobbles down whatever pill we give to him like it’s some gourmet treat. Just when I wonder if he knows he’s actually a cat, the little evil twin starts to show his true colour. He starts to protest at meal time. Refuse to eat?? Nemo? Not in a million year. He starts to refuse to sit and stay for his food. He doesn’t beg or throw a temper tantrum, either. He just quietly stands there hoping that I would change my mind and give him his food. I guess he doesn’t know me well enough to realize that I would just go get a sleeping bag and a bottle of water just like those people outside the American Idol audition halls. I don’t need to go to Hollywood. I just want my cat to know who’s really the boss.