First of all, I'd like to apologize to Arthur for the rather odiferous conditions of the office today. I suppose it's part of the package when you work in a dog-friendly office, but that doesn't make any easier to breath around these monsters today!
But they're really sorry. Look:
A forensic photo of the offending end:
In all honesty, Nanna is the most likely culprit. She had four suppers last night. That's right, four. Let's count:
1) Nanna's very own supper
2) Ozzy's very own supper, which she stole (he just didn't get up the stairs quick enough last night)
3) Miru's kitty supper (as evidenced by the empty kitty bowls which were lying at the bottom of the stairs when I got home last night, and not sitting in their natural habitat upon the kitty-feeding table.)
4) Milhouse's kitty supper (see #3 above)
I mean c'mon. Look at her. Is that the look of guilt, topped with indigestion or what?
For those of you who don't want to read about canine digestive issues, please read this. And then buy me the pink and red one.