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
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.
I’ll do a sit-up when you do one 🙂
This is a terrifying tale of animal abuse. Charlie, as a fellow fat person, I have your back. Maybe should call the SPCA?
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 🙂
Sorry, I miswrote. Of course I’m on your side, Archer.
Thank you, my friend.
The nights are so lonely and days are so sad. I feel ya, Archer.
Villains! Hope they don’t end up under the floorboard 😅