The Tell-Tail Cat

True! — hungry — very, very dreadfully hungry I had been and am; but why will you say that I am fat?  The diet had sharpened my senses — not destroyed — not dulled them.  Above all was the sense of hearing acute.

I could  hear it.  The spoon in the can, the scoop in the cruchy goodness.  Only, I know it’s not for me.  It’s for Charlie.

You fancy me fat.  Fat men know no hunger.

Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe

8 thoughts on “The Tell-Tail Cat

  1. archer, maybe if you did a sit-up every once in a while, this wouldn’t be an issue!!

    then again, i tried to do sit-ups today and i could barely get my shoulders off the ground, so maybe i’m in no position to speak… i’ll come back to lecture you once i get back in shape.

  2. This is a terrifying tale of animal abuse. Charlie, as a fellow fat person, I have your back. Maybe should call the SPCA?

    1. I’m confused, are you on Charlie’s side? That skinny old man who gets all the food while I’m on a diet? Either way, calling the cat police on these monsters could be a good plan 🙂

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