Question of the Day!

Background: all the house's cats (5 total) share a food dish. This is one of those egg-crate food dishes, meant to make them eat slower, to reduce puking and maybe help keep them from becoming chonkers. It's about 12"x18" - big enough for at least three to munch out of at the same time.

The fast-growing kitten, Edgar Allan Purr, eats as much as the four older female cats combined, so despite the egg-cratiness of it, he digs into every cranny, sometimes hooking crumbs out with his little paws, before I notice that the kibble supply is dangerously low.

So. This morning, I wake up, and the food dish is upside-down.

I flipped it over, expecting a mess to have to clean up. But no. Apparently, I had lapsed in my sacred duty, broken the Compact, and allowed the food dish to become *gasp* empty.

And Edgar—it could only have been Edgar—expressed his grave displeasure at this breach of covenant by rage-flipping the table during the night. A food dish larger than he is, and probably just as heavy.

So, that amused me, which I guess is a kind of joy?