So he brought us some separate bowls.
I had my first peaceful meal in unknown big moons! He put them a Skeeter-length apart and I had mine all to myself. We didn't brush whiskers even once! Aren't they pretty? I hope he saves the ones with the little kitties on them for me. Skeeter wouldn't care. I think The Big Thing could just plop his food on the floor and Skeeter would be eating it as it fell! I, of course, am more so-fisti-CATed...