Table for Two?

When feeding the fat furballs at 06.45 it's common that I miss things in my sleepy state. Today was no exception. My routine starts as I hobble down the stairs, my legs often take 10 minutes to warm up after the toil I've put them through over the years, then open the back room door to a loud chorus of cat talk demanding food (and that's just me..). I then switch on the radio (Talk Sport) and wander over to the cat food cupboard. I, nor they, have any firm favourites so I empty the revolting contents in their dishes and move on with my life. Today, after cleaning my teeth and checking whether I still have a full head of hair..., I strolled past the dishes only to see this little gift starring up at me. Who put it there and when (?) as I am certain 3 minutes before (the recommended teeth cleaning duration..) our little friend wasn't there. It's a mystery for sure and went off to work pondering such. Around 25 minutes I got a text from Lady A with the exact same photo asking if I has seen this when I fed the cats ... oops