After just slurping up the liquid from some very expensive cat food I caught the tom coming back for some solid gobbles.
While Trouble was feeding his starving mother was up in my wife's bed to lie out and die as an underfed old street trollop. You can tell by her tiny size that my wife and I keep food away from her so that her belly and sides will keep shrinking into her spine.
Those three cats play me as if they were maestros with violins and I was Carnegie Hall.