Well, it all started innocently enough... Quill and I were enjoying our morning snack in our "Spoiled" dishes.
Then some random dude felt it necessary to ring our doorbell and knock on our front door - aggressively. Some cat got very startled and leaped from the table, using their dish as a launch pad. Said dish flew from the table and crashed onto the floor and broke - all over.
By the time Dad shooed away the evil knocker, and entered the kitchen, no cats were present.
Dad saw the dish and freaked out that one of us might have eaten a piece. Honestly why he thought we would eat it I can't imagine. He painstakingly reassembled the dish and taped it together to make sure he had all the pieces.
Well, it could be taped, but it couldn't be saved. We were all pretty broken up about it. Mom and Dad were sad cause they were Angel Fin's dishes. Quill and I were sad cause - you know - we eat out of it - and we like to eat.
Three pet stores, and internet searches later Mom and Dad had to admit the dish can't be replaced. So now we have new bowls - plastic ones. Don't worry we're still spoiled.