Homer just goes over and lays by his bowl.... whining.
He's really got the piteous act down pat, doesn't he?
I woke up this morning and couldn't find the cats. Looked all over for them, under furniture and in odd places. I finally found them both crammed in their travel crate in the closet. After all this time...wouldn't you think they'd be happy to be OUT of the crate for awhile?