Onyx recovered from the unorthodox delivery of tonight’s dinner and is contentedly grooming. I laughed so hard and so long I think it counted as an abdominal exercise.

I don’t know if my brain misfired and hurled the item in the wrong hand or if I bumped my arm with the arm that was just throwing the single kibble. Either way, Onyx and I were both totally ?!?!?! when it happened.