If you knew that cat, you’d get hearts in your eyes too even if she were suggesting murders for food.
As for waiting patiently for food, the fluffy calico is the winner of that approach. She has spent full days on our porch (and roof) getting breakfast, second breakfast, brunch, lunch, antipasto, dinner, and one time she even got a midnight snack. Naturally, she does not want to live indoors where there is always food available. Cats, man. Cats.
