It's been a rather lousy morning. The leg pains are so horrible I cannot strand comfortably, so I rush to accomplish things to take care of them before the pain takes over. As a result, I pulled the wrong cans of breakfast for the babies, and two cats refused to eat. After I had rested for a moment, O found the tuna and opened two cans for Thatch and Annabelle but only Thatch deigned to eat. Stella ate everything.