Better post this funny story of Zim before I forget (senior moment).
A couple background info so the story would make sense: 1) Whenever Zim's water bowl's empty, he'd stand in front of it and stare at me (regardless if I'm looking or not), but never making a noise. 2) Whenever I cook any form of pasta, I HAVE TO give him some in his food bowl.
Monday night, I decided to make myself a bowl of spaghetti for dinner. Normally, I'd make a little extra just so his majesty could have some, but that night I didn't (not a clue why not). After I'd already eaten the entire bowl and Zim never came out of the bedroom to check on me, I assumed that he didn't want any pasta that night. About a half hour later, Zim walked out of the bedroom and straight into the kitchen, sniffs the stove area, walked to his bowl and looked in. He didn't sniff his bowl or look around, so I assumed that him standing there was because he ran out of water and was waiting for me to fill it. I got up, walked over to his bowls and asked "Do you need more wah-wah?" Instead of nudging the water bowl, that spoiled brat proceeded to stare ever so intently at his food bowl, from only 2 inches away (which is not his normal behavior/stance). Not thinking what he was doing and what it meant, I asked "What? What are you looking at?", to which he briefly glared up at me (without ever moving his head) and right back at his food bowl. DOH! I forgot to give him some pasta! Of course, an apology wasn't going to do it, so I said "I'm sorry, I forgot to give you some. What if I made you some yummy dinner?" Holy cow, you'd think he'd hit the jackpot or something! He got so excited that he started twirling in circles! I quickly ran downstairs to get a bag of wet food, ran back upstairs & grabbed a bowl, filled it with some dry food, and as fast as I could mixed it all together. Normally, he'd lick the spoon until it was completely gravy free, but that night he took a few quick licks and ran back to where his bowls are. He couldn't contain the excitement of getting yummy dinner! I kept telling him to come back to lick the spoon, and finally he came skidding back, stuck his tongue out, and ran right back to his 'station'. He didn't even touch the spoon! Seeing how he looked like he was going to have an anxiety attack from excitement, I gave him his yummy dinner and watched him inhale it like there was no tomorrow.
What a nut, huh?