You wander into the kitchen, and your stomach growls thanks to the sweet smell of summer sausage being fried up in the pan.
You enter nonchalantly, and blindly walk over to your bowl of kibble on the floor, hoping that maybe it's empty. That will give you a good hook to start your begging.
As you sniff the nearly full bowl of kibble, you realize something is wrong. The pan on the stove is frying the sausage, but Mom is nowhere in sight! This can't be right!