The Power of Persuasion.

One of our most useful facial expressions is the one of keen anticipation. You know, you sit where the humans can't ignore you, perhaps in the middle of a doorway or so they can't get to the kitchen sink, and with wide round eyes and alert ears you express an impatient "Well?" look. It certainly works for Millhouse and me. In fact with two of us both doing it, the humans become very self-conscious and distracted. So much so that they can't get on with what they're doing until they've given you what you want. Eventually, they tut or mutter, "For goodness sake!" and surrender by dolloping out some food or obligingly opening the door for you.
We've also discovered that if you can catch each human on their own as they arrive home from work you can, by the aforementioned persuasive look, get two or even three meals in the space of an hour. Yummy! That satisfying feeling of a tight tummy! This system does, of course, depend upon the humans not communicating any information between themselves about whether we've already eaten. So you must be careful not to kick-up too much fuss. Just use your guile and sixth sense as to when you might get away with it. We're doing pretty well on it, thank you.
Oh, and dead mouse in middle of kitchen floor this morning! Millhouse's contribution to the house keeping. He'd thoughtfully only sucked its head a little and resisted the temptation to make a meal of it which would have negated it as a contribution towards our family assets. Daddy human shovelled it back outside rather hurriedly. I expect he thought it'd stay fresh for longer in the garden.
The mystery kitchen sprayer is still at it. He comes in the night and leaves his mark like a graffitti tag. This could have serious consequences for Millhouse and me in that the flatcap may be locked. We'd be nocturnally grounded! No more wild nights out. Millhouse and I are currently in discussion about this intrusive behaviour. Of course we're not wimps! Just trying to be diplomatic....