I Think My Cat is Going Crazy

I swear, Dewey is not normal. He just sits in a basket all day, until it is 4:00 in the afternoon, so he can meow for food for an hour and a half until dinner time actually arrives. It is scary. The kicker is when Louise shows up. She is usually holed up in “her” bedroom, but she will join Dewey for the dinnertime protest. When this happens, a deep tension falls over the house. It is a battle of willpower, will we be able to last until the actual dinnertime, or will it be pushed forward to stop our suffering? It is utter madness.