Aparrently he whines for me. Or rather, he whines at me. I was sitting on the couch, sewing on the interminable halloween costumes, when my cat comes out and starts whining at me. He is normally very talkative (read: mouthy) and his talking isn't out of the ordinary. But I swear today it was like, "What is it Lassie? It Timmy stuck in the well?" Well, there was no Timmy, and my cat's name is Gus, but the well was apparently dry. The water was empty. We have an automatic water dispenser thingy, I think almost 2 liters, and my water whore of a cat gets VERY pissy when it nears empty. But who could resist this?