Story of my life. To the tune of Closing Time, Semisonic’s undisputed #1 anthem of the late 1990s (for me at least).

August 2025

Feeding time, race through all the doors
And yowl your demands to the sky
Feeding time, scramble for the food bowls
‘Cause you never know which one to try
Feeding time, come and greet your choice of meat
There’s chicken or beef or fish
Feeding time, you don’t have to like it
But it’s in your dish.

You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
Cardboard box

Feeding time, time for you to ponder
Could your life be any more complete?
Feeding time, only thing to wonder
Is what kind of beast is “jelly meat”?

So, put aside the cat toys, squeaky squirmy prey noise,
They’re fine, strewn about the rug
Feeding time, every crunchy mouthful
Makes you big and strong and kind of smug

You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
Cardboard box

Feeding time, time for you to ponder
Could your life be any more complete?

You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
Cardboard box

You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
You might even leave your cardboard box
Cardboard box

Feeding time, every crunchy mouthful
Makes you big and strong and kind of smug