They line up, like jets on a tarmac, ready to take-off. Cairo is there, too, perched and ready to fly. They know when Geoff, or I, get up and go downstairs, their favorite breakfast will be served. Wet food for three, on one plate... I call it the peace maker. It works wonders.
Hang-on Foo, Chango. Just putting on my socks. Breakfast is coming up!