I woke up this morning and found out that the cat-food restocking leprechauns had not visited while I was sleeping. Not only did we not have any of the usual Friskies (which I feed twice a day just to make sure everyone is eating), we didn't have any cans of the special diet Princess Crow is supposed to be getting, or tuna leftover from when K-poo stayed here, or even the weirdly gelatinous non-allergenic z/d from the cat who died over a year ago.
So I opened up a bag of cat treats (expiration date 12/08), dumped some on a plate, and went on with my day.
This is roughly the equivalent of running out of milk and then pouring Diet Coke on your child's Cap'n Crunch before sending them off to school in the morning.
And it's definitely worse than feeding your little sisters brownies and bagels in the morning.