She obviously feels bad.
This morning I got my can of Stinky Goodness early; she rolled out of bed at an acceptable hour, and didn't make me wait. She came right downstairs without using the Giant Litterbox and fed me.
And later, before she and the Man went to sit outside, she gave me some crunchy treats.
Oh yeah, she feels bad.
And that's fine with me.
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