Welcome to the Restaurant

My kitchen is one of my favorite places to be.  When I am angry, look out, I go into a cooking frenzy.  Bob loves it.  He gets a big selection of food to eat and feeds tidbits to the puppy.  When the kids were younger we ran the kitchen like a restaurant at suppertime.  Once the after school activities started it was, who will be here for the meal tonight?  Setting aside a portion for that person was always done.  Some days there were two of them going elsewhere.  So there was a clean up after each person came in.  Now that there are only two of us, we eat and clean up at the same time.  But then there are the pets.  Bob who gets up first, feeds the cats in the morning.  I feed the puppy when I get up.  Then just before we eat supper we feed two cats and the puppy.  The other two cats are still hiding and don't come out till eight o'clock.  They get fed then.  So, we have gone from people restaurant to pet restaurant.  Is this my kids getting even with me?...