Ha! Thanks for reading and commenting. The cat never regards himself as the underdog; he just complains, loudly, about the injustices of the world. Like, we don't keep a constant supply of running water at every faucet. His food dish should be full at all times. He loves to sit at the window watching the dogs play Frisbee, but if they look at him, he complains in that warbly, injured voice. He has so many voices. NO SYMPATHY from me.