Translation: I want something from this kitchen!
Me: I don't have anything--I made soup tonight. See--vegan!
Translation: There is something in this kitchen I want, and that's not it!
Me: I don't have anything! Oh, I give up. . .
The Cat hung around the kitchen complaining for a bit as I got ready to go run some errands.
When I stepped out into the hallway, I was hit by the smell of the chicken that one of my neighbors was roasting.
Poor kitty. Apartment living must be torture sometimes.