I was sitting a few minutes ago watching CNN coverage of pet rescue in New Orleans and two of my four cats came over and jumped up onto the couch and began meowing at me rather pathetically.
This is usually the signal that the food bowl is empty, so I got up to look. It wasn't empty; it was just only half-full.
I gave them a stern look as they wove around my ankles. "What's wrong with that food? Eat that food, if you're so hungry! So what if you can see the bottom of the bowl? There are starving pets in New Orleans who would be grateful to have that much food!"
Then I realized: I was talking to my cats like my mom used to talk to me.