Caturday.

Truman has a very specific format for his treat reception. He sits in the corner when I come upstairs around mid-morning and observes me doing my chores of making sure his litter box and water fountain are in good shape. He then jumps up on his cat tree. This is when treats are to be dispensed. I give him a few treats and when I saw “last one!”, he looks at me with a look and then jumps down. I am then free to resume my human activities.