Circling sharks

Nearly every morning, provided I have enough milk, I pour Cheerios into a bowl and chow down. One morning I discovered that I'd shared my cereal, quite unintentionally, with both one of the cats and the dog. Sometimes I find Winnie IN the sink licking the bowl dry. Once I discovered she was puking post-milk, that stopped.

For some unknown reason I was walking around carrying my cereal bowl this morning. The next thing I knew, this is what was in front of me:

Gus was sitting and begging. Winnie was crying plaintively. Tucker was curious about what they were doing and joined the party.

Man, those animals are going to be so happy to have a small child that drops food.