I guess the cats were hungry

I heard a commotion in the middle of the night, which is common in a house with two energetic cats. Didn't think anything of it until this morning, when I heard what sounded like Bobby pouring cereal into a bowl. Went downstairs to investigate, and found him dealing with this:



The cats were circling, looking proud of themselves, and meowing as he poured the remaining contents of the bag into a bowl. Yesterday, their food dispenser had been invaded by ants. I washed it out and left it to air dry, and didn't refill it for fear of newly-poisoned ants traipsing through the cats' food. I forgot to refill it, and I guess the cats were feeling peckish in the middle of the night. I suspect the plan was outlined by this criminal mastermind:



and carried out by the spry and pointy tortoiseshell one:



Mind you, that bag of cat food was in the middle of the kitchen island, which is approximately 3.5 feet off the ground. Enid (assuming she was the muscle in this operation) had to jump up there, narrowly avoiding catalogs and empty wine glasses, rip a hole in the bag, and nudge it until dry cat food rained down below. The cats were hoovering up the remaining pieces when Bobby arrived at the scene of the crime. I do commend them for taking care of their own needs instead of waking us up, but I'll have to do a better job of food management in the future.