Just More Proof that the Cat Lady in me is Coming Out...

I was sitting in my bedroom the other day when I heard Ian calling for me from across the apartment. He was in the second bathroom, pointing at Clementine's cat dish. He had fed her a few hours earlier, and she had eaten away some of the catfood. This is what remained:I think Clementine is trying to tell us that she forgives us for shoving her in a box and almost killing her by moving across the country.