I was the guest of the day recently at ‘s live journal where I shared the original poem "Outside Dog at Dinnertime". So as not to leave the cats out, here is the feline companion to that poem:
Said the Cat
Don’t worry with me.
Go ahead,
enjoy your spread.
I wouldn’t want to be a bother.
I’ll just wait
here
for my kibble
while you piddle
with yours.
–Kristy Dempsey (all rights reserved)
Kristy Dempsey 
This makes me think of how the cat used to come running up whenever I would open a can of tuna.
Ahh, yes. The sound of the can opener.
If cats could speak, I think they’d be really sarcastic.
Your cat sounds a lot like several Jewish grandmothers I know – too funny!
Superior and sarcastic? ;)-