So this morning I gathered up the remaining food, fed the cats something different (also deemed to be ICK POO, in case you were wondering) and gave the old food to Az, who considers slightly aged cat food at an ambient temperature to be something of a breakfast delicacy. Az ate about enough for an elderly cat of sedentary habits, which would be fine if he were in fact a cat, but since he's about the size of four largish cats, is not ideal. Still, at least he ate.
Then Yama grabbed the bowl and ate the rest of it with gobbling enthusiasm. Odd little monster.
The skies are the colour of rain, and I am tired today. Must get act together. Got up this morning, then found that having knelt down to say hello to Az, I had somehow managed to flop over and go back to sleep next to him on the rug.