Feed Me!

The food bowl was empty.

The food bowl WAS EMPTY.

I was starvin since 30 minutes ago and they didn't even bother filling up the food bowl. What kinda people were they, not giving me din-din? I mean, it was 30 minutes after the last time I ate, and that's 30 minutes too long! What does it take to get some grub in here?

I wandered out of the kitchen and started screaming at the useless lumps sitting on the couch, watching some flashy thing on the big black box.

"Hey, hello! Excuse me?! I am starving here, and you need to get right onto filling my food bowl! Can you even hear me? Get up and feed me! I'm dying over here!"

Oh, they heard me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. But one of them went, "Awww, he just wants attention!" before they glued their eyeballs back onto the box. Apparently they didn't understand that my life was in danger if I didn't eat in the next 5 minutes. What was on that box that was so interesting, anyway?

I cruised on over and yelled at them some more to try to get them to feed me, but all they did was pat my head. Can't knock on pets; they feel really nice behind the ears. But dammit, I want food! And something like food was on their wooden table: A bowl of some fluffy yellow stuff. I tried getting one, but they just took the bowl away and had some for themselves. Greedy pigs.

"Oi, I want some too!" I told them before goin for another grab, but the smallest of those lumps picked me up and dropped me near the kitchen before going back and setting that bowl back on the table. This was getting really annoying, and I was getting hungrier by the minute. So you know what I did?

I ran up there and jumped onto the table, then knocked that stupid bowl right off. That's right, all that yellow, fluffy stuff went everywhere. The lumps were screaming and hollering like they haven't seen anything like this. So distracted with screaming and yelling, I went ahead and ate all the yellow, fluffy stuff I could. Not as good as that wet, smelly food that tastes like chicken, but when you're starving, anything will do.

Was worth getting yelled at and locked in my bedroom, though. That'll teach 'em to leave me hangin!

Stupid lumps, forgetting about my dinner...