At least last time Napoleon got it in his bowl. Got home today and opened the door to this.

And then had to deal with this.

Who’d own cats?

Arrived home yesterday arvo, opened the front door to find this:

And then walked into the living area to find this:

It seems that I haven’t quite succeeded in converting Napoleon to vegetarianism just yet. At least he’s learned to eat in his bowl rather than on the carpet.