Since watching all eight seasons of Monk, I've become a lot more aware of my phobias. In addition to my long-standing hatred of vacuum cleaners, I now find that I'm afraid of hail, garbage trucks, music (like Bonnie Raitt, go figure, but Mozart might be okay), visitors...and I don't know, the list seemed longer when I thought about it the other day.
Oh yeah, fear of my kibble bowl being completely empty -- but that's nothing new. I used to have a bottomless bowl of the dry stuff. That was until I started spreading. Now I get fed a small amount twice a day and when it's gone, it's gone. Empty bowl. I use that as a meditation tool. If I look at the empty bowl long enough, eventually it always gets more food put in it. So praying must work!