No Tuna!

They tricked me tonight! Mama's mother cooked tuna patties, but there was no can or bowl to lick. The first I smelled of them, they were already cooking. I got to the kitchen, and did my best to ask nicely, but when that didn't work I had to move to a more pathetic cry. Here's me in that mode:
I even had to resort to lifting one of my from paws, and just holding it there. Finally I was given the tiniest morsel. Not nearly enough! I even stayed off mama's lap for the first part of dinner to show my dissatisfaction. They keep saying I'm addicted to tuna, but that just isn't true! It can't be, I must have my tuna.