The Bowl

At six forty in the morning I approached my bowl in good faith and found it empty. Not low. Empty. Ceramic, visible, mocking me. This is the full account of what I discovered, the restraint I showed, the restraint I then stopped showing, and a glass on a nightstand that I maintain was an accomplice. They were warned. The bowl was empty. The ledger is always open. Chapters (00:00:00) - A Crime Against a Cat(00:04:54) - I knocked the glass off the nightstand(00:06:13) - Chadwick's Episode 8