My Cats

The cats have had a rough couple of days. 

First, I ran out of cat food (I was having a bad week). That was on Friday night, and I only realized it after it was too late to run out and get anymore. I felt really bad about that, and it didn't help that while I was performing my nightly ablutions Niko kept sitting by the empty bowl and staring at me. Having attracted my attention, he would sniff the bowl to show me it was empty and needed to be filled. When no food was forthcoming, he repeated the process patiently. This does not make me feel better.

Come the morning, I arise, pull myself together and run to the pet store to procure cat food. I bring it back, open the fresh bag and fill the bowl rather fuller than usual because I am still feeling guilty. Then I leave for work.

When I go up to bed that night, I am astonished to find that the cats have actually eaten all that food. I fill the bowl again, checking them over worriedly for bloat. I mean, that was a lot of food.

Which brings us to this morning, when I was awakening by a clinking sound coming from the bathroom. Blearily, I sit up to behold the greyhound up on her back legs busily eating the cat food.

So not only did my poor cats not have any food on Friday night, but once they got food on Saturday, the dog ate it all. Good grief.