Last week I bought three 3.6 lbs. sacks of cat food. For the feral cats somebody is feeding.
This morning there were no sacks to be found. None in the back of the van. Somebody wondered if the grocery store would be open.
He could not find a listing in the pathetic phone book that left our name out again this year. It evidently also left out the grocery store's number. I looked on the internet. Ads, shopping possibilities, specials, Black Friday stuff; no phone number.
So we bundled ourselves up, went out to the car. He opened the passenger door and there on the floor was a sack of Purina Cat Chow.
I went back in the house and he fed the stupid cats.