I am Toffee. Butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.
I am Toffee. I wouldn't dream of wakening my owners before dawn, looking for food.
I am Toffee. I wouldn't dare go back upstairs and stand meowing outside their door
after my master had left the comfort of his warm bed to feed me, simply because
he hadn't rubbed my belly when I threw myself on the floor.
I am Toffee. I might just do it again tomorrow.
ps My mistress is quite pleased with this handheld shot at 1/13th sec but I noticed
she had her elbows on the table when she took it.