I come home. The cats run to the door to greet me.
I enter the room. The cats sit outside waiting.
I come out. The cats glance at me and start walking to their bowls.
Fido pauses at the kitchen door. I turned on the kitchen light.
I pick up the cat food container. Both cats stare at me in anticipation.
I pour food into one bowl. Fido runs towards it.
I pour food in the other bowl. Fido runs towards it.
I put the food aside. Fido eats. Grey waits for the wet food that will never come.