Like a cat to a can opener

Today Fred called me at work (he calls all the time, it's annoying), and Rion was whining in the background. "Yes, the pizza is in the oven," Fred told him. I looked at the clock. It was 9:30 in the morning. "You're having pizza this early," I asked. Fred explained. "Well, the boys heard the doorbell ring and when I answered it, it wasn't the pizza man. After some whining, I just put in a pizza."