We have been having trouble with Mother overfeeding the cat. I've never met a cat yet that would say no to a third helping of food not even at 3 in the morning which is when she usually overfeeds the moggy.
So the BrickOutHouse has been hiding the tins and only bringing out two for each day. When he went away, he left just the right amount but she overfed the cat and I had to replace two cans of food which I left on the kitchen table. I have a witness, my sister saw the cans.
When she went over later, the cans are missing. BrickOutHouse is feeding the cat, pleased she hasn't been overfed. Sister asks Mother where the two cans went to. She doesn't know but she supposes I took them, after all I take everything else. Dame Joan is waiting in the wings.
I know what she's done. She's so pissed that we hide the cans and she has no control over them that she's hidden the missing two, somewhere in the bedroom, just so she can feed (overfeed) the cat when she feels like it.
I feel sorry for the BrickOutHouse. His other grandmother was operated on yesterday for stomach cancer and she's as mad, if not madder, than this grandmother. Fancy copping a quinella like that.