Today started like any other. My tummy started grumbling and I woke up my humans like I always do – by eating my mom’s hair and chewing on my dad’s beard.
Then, one of my humans put me in a container and took me to see strangers. They seemed nice enough. That is, until one of them put a stick up my butt. After a few minutes, a man came in. He seemed to be the leader of these butt intruders. He talked to my human for a little while. I overheard something like “gained 8 pounds in 6 months” and “obese.” Who knows? I was just happy to be back in the container and away from all the butt play. Plus, I was getting hungry.
We got home and that’s when it started. The torture. The starvation. The cruelty. My mom poured a microscopic amount of food in my bowl, almost too small for the naked eye to see. I gobbled it up and looked around for the rest of my meal. But there was no more food to be found. I thought maybe they didn’t realize I wanted—no, I needed—more food. I tried to tell them! I circled my bowl screaming at the top of my lungs the entire day.
CURRENT MOOD: ANGRY
CURRENT WEIGHT: 17.2 lbs
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