Self-Serve

Last week I left the pantry door slightly ajar and came downstairs to this. Lily had located the box of emergency Tender Vittles, selected a pouch and was proceeding to chew it open. You can tell by the look on her face that she knows she's wearing her naughty shoes! She's even glancing over her shoulder to make sure the coast is clear!

Then last night I left her bag of Eukanuba kitten food on the kitchen table. This morning when I came downstairs, the bag was tipped over at the edge of the table and slightly open at the top. Morsels of food were dropping out of the bag onto the floor. Tap, tap, tap, they dropped one or two at a time. Waiting on the floor directly below the bag was Lily, cleaning up every single piece as soon as it fell.

Self-serve. Gotta love it.