I got some feline feedback on being a short order cook.
Both last night and this morning I needed extra time for serving up the boy's meal. Both times, an impatient Spider-Cat decided I needed help.
Last night he hopped up on the small sideboard where I was dishing canned food out.
This morning he managed to look absolutely both innocent and curious while leaping up on the dining room table where I had the kitten dry food open. Never mind that Whitey's presence on the dinning room table is an instant Mist of Doom offense. He looked absolutely like he belonged there -- after all, his meal was involved, and his focus was on that. I could only roll my eyes for several seconds, and only after he showed no intention of leaving, I finally misted him.
Katherine has a stepped up mission to get the cats off the table and kitchen counters and keep them down. Good luck to her (err, us).