So this morning Quill and I were being served our breakfast when things went horribly wrong...
I was served first (which is only right) and was enjoying my meal.
Then Mom scooped some food for Quill and when she brought his dish to the table she tripped over those big ole gunboats she calls feet.
Next thing I knew I was SHOWERED in kibble and SHE DROPPED THE BOWL ON MY TAIL!
Naturally I startled and flew off the table taking my own bowl with me.
Quill got scared and he ran too.
Soon kibble was EVERYWHERE!
It took almost FIVE MINUTES before either Quill or I could eat again.
What is she trying to put us on a diet?