Because of your temper tantrum over the food I gave you last night, and subsequent attempts to keep me awake in the hopes of getting me to put something different into your food dish, I am struggling to keep my eyes open this morning. After three cups of coffee, everything still looks like a pillow to me, and I have to somehow get myself going for work.
Another night like this, you spoiled little brat, and you will be spending your nights in the garage!!