I thought automatic feeders would simplify life with our three cats-Rosie the calm one, Printz the food thief, and Atlas the chaos gremlin. Instead, Danielle and I somehow built a perfectly synchronized system of feline anarchy that runs six times a day, every day.

It starts with a soft whir. Then the paws. Then the chaos. And when one feeder fails, the entire balance of power collapses faster than you can say “dinner’s late.”

The Kibble Stampede is my story of love, routine, and the moment I realized that no matter how clever the humans think they are… the cats are always one meal ahead.