I go out of the room and see the cats lying on the ground, not moving, something is amiss there...

I go to the kitchen door open and the cats not only managed to sneak by, but they found and tore open the cat food bag.

The stillness of the cats were a mix of guilty and post-gorging stupor.

Well played cats, well played, I have only myself to blame.

But we live, and we learn, the kitchen will remain closed and keyed now.

Your move.