A funny thing with Fister is that he never miaws for food, even when he's really hungry. He just sits in the kitchen next to his empty plate and looks angelic, sometimes for ages.
"Where's Fister? Haven't seen him for a while. Oh! There you are! What are you doing in here?" (As if I didn't know.)

If it gets really bad, he'll find us and try and lead us into the kitchen, where he will then sit by the plate and wait patiently. Weird, but we're definately not going to teach him any more miawing, we have enough chit-chat in this house as it is!