He is so naughty sometimes (well a lot of the time actually). To keep on top of his weight he has set meal times and he decided he wanted his supper earlier than I was going to give it to him. So he tipped up the toaster to get at some crumbs, banged and banged a tupperware tub that used to have his biscuits in, tried to lick the dishes in the sink and generally rampaged around to get his own way. Well for once he got a shock, I didn't cave in and he got his supper at the appointed time. He is now sulking and glaring at me from the top of the kitchen cupboard. Why oh why does he behave like an angel for the cat sitter and like the devil for me???