Do I say bags, buddy? I have the bags. I'm going to put them in a little Tupperware thing. I know that if I leave them out for a second, he'll get to them. I turn my back. I turn back around. He's already chewed through the bag and is chomping down on my mixed nuts, man. Like this type of shit happens all the time. So point is he is very food motivated and he does not let, you know, dinner time go by, you know, without letting us know that it's dinner time. And so anyway, that's why it was concerning for us when Genevieve and I fed the cats the other day and then we went to, I think, Genevieve's company holiday party. And we came back home and all of a sudden I looked down and, you know, hours have passed since cat dinner time. It usually takes the cats like one minute to eat their can of wet food apiece. And I looked down and Bingo's bowl has a bunch of food in it. Like he's licked off some of the gravy, but the rest has clearly just been sitting there for a couple of hours. We feed the cats separately, by the way, so their bowls are in different places. This is why you need pocket doors. Yes, actually, yes, we do close the door so that they can both eat their food in peace because otherwise he'll race through his in, like, 50 seconds and use the last 10 seconds to go upstairs and bully Bananas away from her thing. But anyway, what I'm guessing here is that I almost called Bananas Genevieve. What I'm guessing is while we're gone, Bananas never comes downstairs to see that Bingo has left his food, otherwise she would have eaten it. But it's concerning to me, like, this cat, Bingo, who's, again, a young cat, is not eating. And I don't know, man. Maybe it's because when Theo died, like, you know, he was a food monster, too, and then he stopped eating. Like, I didn't think Bingo was dying. I want to be clear about that. But it triggered something in me that I did not like.