There are 6 pairs of eyes looking at me.

There are 6 tails that I must not step on.

I hear a meow, I see pleading eyes looking at me.

They are all looking at me while I try to cook breakfast, lunch and dinner.

They don’t know that anyone else lives here when they are hunger.

They see me dealing with food and assume that I am the only one who can feed them.

I would like to introduce them to another person in this house.

But they are sure I’m the only one who can get their order right.