This morning I awoke at 4:28am to the sound of a cat complaint. I knew right away it wasn’t one of our cats, so I got up and tried to sneak down the hall, which was prohibited by our creaky floorboards. I heard the catdoor swing as Dr. Stevens (we all agree he’s a doctor, right?) made his escape. As I got to the front of the house a second later, I watched Chinaco stand up in his cat tree, stretching and yawning, obviously having just woken up. Then Weeby came to the backdoor to be let in, having been outside all night. I let him in and then looked at their bowl. It was completely empty. I filled it and went back to bed. As I lay there thinking, it dawned on me that the foreign meow that had woken me up wasn’t from one cat to another. It was Catdoor Stevens complaining that we were out of food.