Shudders

Being woken by a rather enthusiastic paw to my face in the early hours of the am by the cat for obvious reasons that he was hungry.
I tip toed to his food bowl to decant some chow and uttered a suppressed Yelp at seeing something disgusting lodged on his food bowl.
That thick mucus like congealed form that sluggishly moved a bit in his food bowl made my skin crawl.
A slug had found its way to my cats bowl for reasons unknown and there was only so much I didn't do to change continents.
What on earth??
It was barely five in the morning and I had not the constitution to deal with this nastiness.

To lift the bowl with tongs and fling it into the balcony was for me the work of moments and I spent a good five minutes contemplating my revulsion at that slimy creature of god that to me deserved nothing better than a good salting, but of course I'm not the one to commit such genocide and thusly I stayed mum and offered my cat another bowl to feed in which he happily obliged seeing how he's not too fussy about tableware as long as there's food in it.

I have since found the discarded food bowl free of any slugs and cleaned it.
The slug in question now sits pretty on the water bowl I keep for birds and I hope he's soon their food.