When I was younger, and occasionally still now, my dad and I would talk about our last meal on Earth choice. His is always a fry up, and I used to agree (amazing to me, considering we pretty much always chose the same thing, how much mileage we've had out of this conversation. I guess some things are just very important.)
Nowadays I think I'd have to choose spaghetti bolognese, but these cats are having it plain.