Although forgotten, cats, amins, shredders...

I wake up here at night from a strong whirlwind and fever. I can't understand anything - why such a noise, if nobody but me and my little cat at home, and we, and this growing organism, usually sleep well at night. Is the door opened to me?
I stretch faster, turn on the light and see - the basket took to the printer in the paper bowl and lay on the thin plastic strip of the folded output bowl. That, being already outside the table, is heavily bending under an unplanned load and desperately, with a terrible thunder and scratch, tries to straighten up, and the cat even closed her eyes from pleasure in full enthusiasm for such funny cuddles, and even with music.