Every morning, Gunnar swarms around me and follows me around until he gets his breakfast. After he's had his breakfast, he climbs on top of this tall white table and MEOWS as loud as he can.
But what is he saying?
Matt suggested that it was just like a rooster crowing.
So why does a rooster crow?
To establish dominance in his territory.
So every morning, Gunnar cries out that he is emperor of Wiltshire Drive and that none are greater.
Good to know, Emperor Gunnar, good to know.
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