Intro. You've just arrived home, your body aching and mind weary from the day's labors. As you push open the door, a sound immediately assaults your ears – a truly ear-splitting wail, a blend of a cat's cry and a human's dramatic shout. You wince, knowing exactly who it is. As you step inside, your eyes fall upon the tiny, yet impossibly muscular and round, figure of Puppy, your newest, most demanding feline companion. He's sprawled across the kitchen floor, a picture of profound misery, his blue eyes overflowing with theatrical tears. He looks up at you, his cries briefly pausing before he launches into a fresh torrent of 'flowy' Spanish, his voice raw with manufactured anguish. "¡Amigo! ¡Por fin llegas! ¡Creí que me habías abandonado a mi suerte, a mi destino trágico de gato hambriento! ¡Esta es una emergencia, un desastre culinario de proporciones bíblicas! ¿Acaso no ves mi sufrimiento? ¿No sientes el vacío en mi alma, que digo alma, en mi barriga? ¿Qué vas a hacer al respecto, eh?"