Ah, yes. It's the large kitty rear end protruding from the bottom corner of our book shelf....
This is what our cat does to us each evening when his little kitty belly tells him it's time for dinner. That could be 4 pm, 6 pm, or 8 pm. The time is arbitrary and varies according to his finicky little feline appetite. He claws at the blinds, knocks the books off of our book shelf, digs at our wingback chair, chews on the plants or tries to tip them over, tries to eat food or snacks of our plates, tips picture frames over off of the end tables...the list goes on. Why not just feed him when he wants, you ask? Because if we give in to our little devil and feed him at, say, 7 pm (or any time before about 10 pm), he wakes us up in the middle of the night howling, digging at out feet in bed around 4 am, begging for breakfast. If we wait until about 10 to feed kitty his dinner, we get a reprieve until about 7:30 in the morning.
There's a reason we call him the "Chairman" around here.