In case you have never been to our house you probably don't know that crazy cat is living under our roof.
Every weekend she has breakfast with us. She will wait patiently in front of our bedroom until we get up and if we take too long she might help along by scratching on the door to make it known that she is now ready for breakfast to be served.
Each item we carry from the kitchen to the dining room table is carefully accompanied. One can never be too sure if it isn't magically disappearing in one of the towering humans on the way.
As soon as we sit down the cat sticks come out and I don't know if they contain catnip or not but something in them makes both our cats go crazy.