Wake Up Call

I thought I had a nice surprise this morning when I heard Frank scratching at my door. When I opened it he was incredibly friendly and I knew immediately that that meant he had not been fed yet. He is never affectionate unless he wants something.
I was wrong, partially, though as it wasn't just food he wanted. He also needed me to clean up a pile of diarrhoea he had left in the middle of the living room floor. Nice. Luckily it wasn't loads and I wasn't feeling particularly squeamish.
Since cleaning that up and feeding him I have not seen a single hair of him. Typical man, totally unappreciative!!