Consider this: it's morning, it's raining, you are under the porch where you've slept, but the people who feed you at that location don't give you regular hours. You feel as if you haven't eaten in the last six months¹. And now you have to decide whether to wait here for some more time, and hope to get some food, or to brave the rain and go to beg for food somewhere else.
And the light inside the house turns on, and nobody appears at the door with your food for *hours*²!
complaints were vocalized.
¹ since yesterday, I have no idea at what hour, since I believe that almost everybody in the neighborhood feeds him
² a full 15 minutes, as I was dealing with my clean laundry before getting the smell of kibble on my hands. I know, unacceptable :D