Went back downstairs and discovered that the cats had knocked the treat jar on the floor, the dog managed to get the top off, and had quite the snack… This would be the second time in two days he’s managed that. Amazing that he doesn’t have massive indigestion.
Zipped up to the store for more treats, since Mox took the last of them. (They’re an integral part of feeding time around here - I toss two of them down the basement stairs, the cats follow, I lock them in for a couple minutes so I can get the dinners put together without having to fend off furry rockets.) Of course, it’s never “just cat treats” when I hit the store. Ended up with cat treats, chips, fixins for onion dip (it’s not a holiday weekend without onion dip!), and baked potato soup.
So, yes, cleaning. All over it this time. Really.
