Plot

When a cat and dog sneak into a grandmother's flat in hopes of food, they discover she serves more than just homemade dinner. A darkly comic tale of hunger, homeless animals, and financially struggling elderly.

On a cold winter morning in an apartment block, a hungry cat and dog roam in search of food. As they watch an old woman toss leftovers to a swarm of strays, they spot their chance. When the postman exits her building, they slip through the door and sneak inside. Inside, the grandmother is smoking, frying cutlets, and waiting for a text from her grandson. Flies buzz around the kitchen. Cigarettes are stubbed into the eye of a fish in the hallway aquarium. When the doorbell rings, it's not the grandson who appears, but the unexpected furry duo. Startled at first, the old woman smiles - and lets them in. The table is covered with steaming food, and the animals eat as if it's their last supper. The grandmother smokes in silence. But when dinner ends, she disappears into the kitchen. A distant mechanical sound begins: a vacuum cleaner? The cat follows, only to discover a bloody floor, piles of animal corpses, and the grandmother calmly preparing the next meal - with a chainsaw in hand. Panic erupts as they find themselves face to face with the grandmother - and death itself. A chaotic struggle follows, with the animals desperately throwing dishes and glassware in a last attempt to save themselves. A well-aimed kick sends the woman tripping over a glass ashtray, and she lands fatally on her own chainsaw. Just as they catch their breath, the doorbell rings again - it's the real grandson. But the one who greets him is no longer his grandmother. Now disguised in human clothes and wrapped in the old woman's skin, the cat takes her place. When the real grandson arrives, still glued to his phone, he barely looks up before the dog knocks him out cold with an ashtray. Time passes. The flat remains the same, only its inhabitants have changed. The cat now lounges in the grandmother's armchair, the dog stretches out on the sofa in the boy's skin. When the postman rings the bell and hands over the pension envelope, they strike again - and once more, the bones are tossed out the window.