oh god I just thought back to how Frankie would try and get me to hurry up and put more food down for him. If I had food being prepared in the kitchen near his bowls, or I was going to fill it with more kibble, he'd stand there, next to my leg, looking up at me and purring and mowling, and just... bump his hips repeatedly against my shin, gently.

I miss that old bugger ;w; he was such a good boy...