Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow

This is what I wrote on the Ziploc bag I transferred the remaining cat food into. It wouldn't have been so bad if, as usual, I were home alone (other than the pets, I mean, who already know I'm crazy). Tonight when my youngest son got here, he asked where the cat food was. I had bought a very large bag before our trip last month and I got tired of reaching into the bottom of the bag with a scoop to measure it out. My arm smelled like cat food. So I poured it into a smaller bag. When my son asked, I had to tell him the cat food was in a Ziploc in the pantry labeled "Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow". He's a nice kid. I think I saw a slight head shake, but he didn't laugh or roll his eyes. I'm keeping the pets and myself amused.