SH: What did you do?
Me: I gave the cats some of the leftover chicken.
SH: But you didn't cut it up into little pieces!
SH: They're cats! It needs to be in tiny pieces!
Me: They're hunters! They have sharp teeth and claws! They tear their food into pieces!
SH: Cat food comes in little pieces.
Me: Why don't you let them be cats?
SH: Our cats are not hunters.
Me: [Yeah. Our cats are sissies.]