Not me. The Kitten from Hell. She decided to go trick or treating in the apartment last night, after we retired. She found herself a nice, newly opened can of Pounce treats, knocked them off the top of the microwave, chewed the lid off, and ate the entire freaking can.
Of course, she barfed the entire contents of the can back up. All over the apartment. She started getting sick about two minutes after I got up, and kept going on and off for about 20 minutes. This made me very grumpy, and late for work.
I didn't give her breakfast of course. No point in reloading her with more ammo, if her stomach was still fluttery. She was hungry, though, and screamed at me as I left the apartment. I don't think The Professor got much sleep after I left. I did warn him not to feed her; I hope he was awake enough to hear me.