I dunno what putrid Fancy Feast flavor the Human tried to pawn off as breakfast this morning, but Uh-uh, no-how, no-way was Yours Truly going to consume even a morsel. Finally, around 3:00 p.m. the Old Bat took pity on me and opened a new can. If she cared at all, that would've happened like seven hours ago.
I wonder how long you are expected to starve and suffer before your Human replaces the poisonous offering with something more to your liking? Is there a rule?