No. [He pauses, pen going still and frowning down at the notebook.] ...Make sure I remembered to feed Potya this morning. She should've gotten half a can of wet food, but I can't remember...

[He'd been so busy that morning—getting breakfast made, planning their hair for the day, coming up with the choreography for his performance today. Had he thought to feed his cat? He might've only thought he did for all he knew.]