I have broken the bowl that Louis Catorze’s friend Sammypuss gave him. I know. I KNOW.
Cat Daddy: “What happened to it?”
Me: “I dropped it in the sink whilst I was washing it.”
Cat Daddy: “Why did you do that?”
Well, I dunno … to see if it would bounce? For goodness’ sake.
Luckily, Sammypuss was kind enough to gift Catorze with two bowls, so I have an identical one as back-up. However, if anything happens to the back-up, we will be royally stuffed; as you know, Catorze would rather starve than eat from an undesirable bowl, even if he used to find said bowl perfectly acceptable in the distant past. And, knowing him, he will probably reject the back-up EVEN THOUGH IT IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE ORIGINAL ONE.
The poor little sod was waiting to be fed when the mishap occurred, and the sound of the porcelain smashing sent him scarpering outside. Here he is, tentatively debating whether or not to come back in again: