The French bitch lies.
I do all her dirty work. She's the one who makes me meow in the morning. Go wake the feeders, she tells me. She pushes me ahead of her, then hides behind the door and makes it look like it was all my idea. Then they think I am the greedy one. Well, I admit I do like a hearty meal now and then.
At least the woman loves me. I think she knows the truth.
In return, I'm so helpful to her. Look how I saved this plaything from rolling off the table.