As I walked down the hallway this morning, I felt the familiar crunchiness of spilled cat food, under my naked toes. Thinking that Piper and Gracie had been goofing off in their Cheerios this morning, I took a closer look and found a little trail - reminiscent to ET and his Reece's Pieces - extending out the kitchen and into the hallway. I followed the tender vittles which were ever so carefully placed down the hallway and out to the boys' room. This is what I found at the trail head:

Evidently, cat food is a precious cargo in our internal trucking circuit. Gunny is learning how to vacuum it all up, as we speak.