There is a cat emergency at my house. Every. Day. When there are no morsels in the food dish, my cats are convinced that the world is going to end. The black hole that is the food dish will collapse with our kitchen at the center of the vortex. The cats ponder why I don’t seem to care. They take turns running to the void, then to the cupboard where the food lives. There is scratching on posts. There is mewing. Why don’t I heed these warnings?
A few years ago, I came across this poem that perfectly captures the empty dish conundrum.
I know I just ate some ten minutes ago,
But I felt in the mood for a snack.
And, lo and behold, when I looked in my dish,
I saw the dish bottom look back.
See? Come and see if I’m telling the truth!
Oh… this has upset me severely!
Yes I know there’s kibble on that side and this,
but I can see dish-bottom clearly!
I stared in the dish and I measured the place
that was empty, and let out a cry!
What if I finished this part and that part?
It would all be dish-bottom! I’d die!
How can you cruelly ignore my complaint?
The kibble was low, and you knew it!
You’re acting as if it was piled to the rim,
while I can see dish-bottom through it!
I nibbled some here and I nibbled some there
and I dropped one or two, being furious.
But nothing improved in this tragic affair,
the state of my dish is so serious!
I’m not kidding! Oh, please come and see the bare spot
on the dish bottom, do as I wish!
Then I guess you don’t care if I’m starving or not,
so I’ll eat from the other cat’s dish.
By Bam Bam and Sharon
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