I felt really crappy last night and couldn't sleep until later than normal. Cat woke me up at usual time to feed him. I ignored him for a while, then got up, took care of some things, and fed him. He's on a diet so he only gets 3/4 of a can for meals. I take the spare quarter and stick it in an old ricotta dish and serve it with the next meal when I put half a can in the ricotta dish. I was so tired I forgot the ricotta dish, uncovered on the counter. I tried to go back to sleep and an hour or so of reading, I got up, saw the dish, and my immediate thought was to wonder if it would be any good for his next meal if I stuck it in the fridge then. While I was trying to figure out how long it had been out, I looked in the dish, and it was of course, empty.
So, after not jumping on counters for years, my cat jumped up and ate the rest of his can of food. I guess I am just glad it wasn't a meal when there was a half a can or more in the dish. So I try to find him, and he was hiding under the bed and wouldn't come out. He puked in the living room because he wasn't used to that much food, and his hair was everywhere. I couldn't coax him out to brush him (he knew he shouldn't have been on the counter or eaten the food) or so I could shut the bedroom door (if he stays in there when my husband is in there, he drives him nuts). I am trying to do all this without waking my husband. When he finally came out he was all guilty like a little dog rather than a cat. He cheered up after brushing, and now isn't bugging me for more food (for once). So i guess that's the silver lining to all this.