At feeding time, I'm surrounded by five cats - all of mine except Tink and Minnie (who wait patiently in the living room - they're less aggressive with food so I feed them away from the pack so they get their share) and my sister's cat, Aries. I get yapping from all, rubbing against my leg, everything - it's a funny sight. Everyone wants to let me know that they're hungrier than the other cats so I should feed them first.
Here's what feeding time in our house looks like:
Minnie had just walked away from her bowl (by Fig's butt) and the bowl by Nala belonged to my other sister's cat, Jubee, who was visiting that day. They all had una-tay (we don't dare say the "t" word around our cats - they know it!), the only time Tink and Minnie eat in the kitchen - they come running over with everyone else.