I was completely out of cat food is something you do not confess openly at any time, under any circumstances, because as Pudd'nhead Wilson observed, "A home without a cat - and a well fed, well-petted and properly revered cat - may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?"
Good heavens, Kenny, one never admits that. Cats can read minds, you know. I dread to think what would happen at promptly 7:30 each and every morning, DST or EST, while my head is getting danced upon, beaten about by those little paws, using pillows for personal trampolines, if I had to get up and did not have a can of salmon with rice and herbed garden greens handy. It's simply unthinkable!