First, I emptied the can into the huge soup mug.
Then I set it on the counter, pushed back so it wasn't on the edge, and I went to get water to thin the soup.
I heard noises while I was gone and figured Felix was playing in the plastic-ware on the bottom shelf.
This is what I found instead:
When I yelled down the hall for Brent to bring me my phone (camera), Felix freaked out and ran from the room crying. I thought it was funny. He ate most of it, which was also okay because I was making it for him.
Sigh. I need a real kitchen. What a little punk. :)