Kibbles! Kibbles!
He (from the kitchen): “Emo is a pessamist.”
She (half asleep): “Huh?”
He: “He always sees his bowl as half empty.”
**Tim’s response to Emo’s daily ritual of meowing us awake so we can turn on the tap in the bathtub for his little drink (David Suzuki would have my head on a pike, rightly so) and also ration out the morning cup of kibbles, into a bowl that already has food in it, partially eaten.

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