Carson was being an extremely friendly cat this morning. He snuggled next to me on my pillow and purred on my head. I knew then that he must be out of food. I got up to feed to the little skinny man, only to find that we are completely out of kittywitty food. So I opened a can of Mandy's tuna (ha ha, Mandy's tuna) for him, expecting him to gobble it up like the little turkey he is. No. I was so wrong. He stood there and meowed for his normal Hairball control Science Diet LIGHT. He would rather have diet cat food than tuna. What has this world come to?