Today I ran out of cat food. I was feeling like a bum and didn't want to go to the store for my sole dependent, so I rummaged through the kitchen looking for something for him to eat. I happened upon a package of pastrami, which he is a fan of, but the issue was that I wanted the pastrami...so I located a can of tuna. Bumblebee, to be precise. Anyway, he was hesitant at first, but then the fat fvck gorged himself on the chicken of the sea™. This evening I went to the store and bought a bag of dry cat food that he normally consumed on a daily basis. He stared at it, and then whined at me for twenty minutes. He wants tuna.
Sh!t. The cat does not get to eat better food than I do on a daily basis. Is it time to make cat steak? I've been fattening him up for quite a while.
Sh!t. The cat does not get to eat better food than I do on a daily basis. Is it time to make cat steak? I've been fattening him up for quite a while.
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