I was blissfully sleeping last night. Sometime around Ihavenofuckingclue o'clock, an ear splitting noise of a metal bowl landing on the floor blasts out of the kitchen. I am too comfy to investigate, but I figured it was asshole cat just being an asshole.
Blissfully sleeping again, what sounded like an entire cabinet of dishes shatters the silence and wakes me up again. I get up and stumble into the kitchen to find a broken bowl on the floor.
As some people that have dogs and cats, you can't keep all of the food on the floor. Stupid dog eats anything it finds and he is on a diet due to him looking like a torpedo on stilts. Therefore, we keep cat food on the table.
It seems that asshole cat wanted a snack at some point in the night. His food bowl was empty because he is a fatfuck of a cat. His first warning about the lack of food was the metal bowl. The second warning was pushing the other food bowl... which belongs to Gloria, which had food in it... onto the floor, shattering it.
Such an asshole.
