Yesterday afternoon I played softball with my nephews and nieces. We then were supposed to meet my uncle, aunt, and cousins who were in town from Denver and San Diego at a restaurant for dinner. Since we didn't get done playing softball until fifteen minutes before we were supposed to be at the restaurant I had to quick scooter home, feed the boyz their dinner and run to the restaurant.
Usually the boyz dinner routine is proceeded by me cleaning out their litter boxes downstairs. Since I didn't have a lot of time I skipped that and just put the food out. This completely threw Theo for a loop. He didn't know if he should begin eating. He didn't know what dish was his. He sat there looking dumbfounded that the routine was thrown out the window. I placed him by his dish and told him things were OK as I headed out the door... Poor Theo.