Ok maybe I was bad, but it was Mom's fault. I have been on a very serious diet all summer. I woke up one morning and Mom freaked out. She started going on and on about I was fat. I looked at her and said, "Excuse me"? You're calling me, your sweet pea fat?? Pfft I don't think so.
Well considering the drastic reduction in my food bowl, I guess she really did think I was fat. And it did seem that everyone from my groomer to my dogtor shared Mom's opinion. I tried telling them big is beautiful baby, but they were having none of it. So reduced rations it was.
That was back during the early summer. Now fast forward to almost Thanksgiving. I'm about to fade away. Honest I am!!! To make matters worse Tabby cat gets all he wants to eat! That's food, treats and my buffalo. He wants it, he eats it!!! Now is that fair?
You can see my situation here can't you? Of course you can. There's a cat getting all the food he wants. Mom and Dad constantly telling me I can't have any more food as I'm fat andd the open pantry door...
Yups, the OPEN PANTRY DOOR, no Mom in sight as she's vacuuming and forgotten to close the PANTRY DOOR. So I made my move, quite and stealthy as I could be. I get to the cat food bag, and sniff the forbidden fruit. Oooh my Dawgs that smells soooo good. I temporarily get lost in the wonderful fragrance wafting towards my nostrils. I sigh a quite thankful sigh. No pawrents to be found anywhere in sight and the cat food bag. I shove my nose farther down the bag and begin to take a few dainty bites, enjoying each morsel I chew, when like a banshee screeching from the pits of hadees I hear my Mom screaming, "Molly what the hell are you doing".
Let me tell you pups, I started gobbling up that hairball control cat food for all I was worth, as I knew my attempts to fill my empty shriveled tummy were over now. As soon as I could swallow my last bite of nourishment, I looked at my Mom and growled my misery. Mom looked as shocked as I felt, but in my defense starvation can change a girl especially when food is snatched from your grasp.
So maybe I was bad, but it was Mom's fault for leaving that pantry door open. (I've checked pawfuriends there's no cat food bag on the floor of the pantry any more). It's back to hoovering the kitchen floor for crumbs once again. ~sigh~
Love, Molly and my Mom
Well considering the drastic reduction in my food bowl, I guess she really did think I was fat. And it did seem that everyone from my groomer to my dogtor shared Mom's opinion. I tried telling them big is beautiful baby, but they were having none of it. So reduced rations it was.
That was back during the early summer. Now fast forward to almost Thanksgiving. I'm about to fade away. Honest I am!!! To make matters worse Tabby cat gets all he wants to eat! That's food, treats and my buffalo. He wants it, he eats it!!! Now is that fair?
You can see my situation here can't you? Of course you can. There's a cat getting all the food he wants. Mom and Dad constantly telling me I can't have any more food as I'm fat andd the open pantry door...
Yups, the OPEN PANTRY DOOR, no Mom in sight as she's vacuuming and forgotten to close the PANTRY DOOR. So I made my move, quite and stealthy as I could be. I get to the cat food bag, and sniff the forbidden fruit. Oooh my Dawgs that smells soooo good. I temporarily get lost in the wonderful fragrance wafting towards my nostrils. I sigh a quite thankful sigh. No pawrents to be found anywhere in sight and the cat food bag. I shove my nose farther down the bag and begin to take a few dainty bites, enjoying each morsel I chew, when like a banshee screeching from the pits of hadees I hear my Mom screaming, "Molly what the hell are you doing".
Let me tell you pups, I started gobbling up that hairball control cat food for all I was worth, as I knew my attempts to fill my empty shriveled tummy were over now. As soon as I could swallow my last bite of nourishment, I looked at my Mom and growled my misery. Mom looked as shocked as I felt, but in my defense starvation can change a girl especially when food is snatched from your grasp.
So maybe I was bad, but it was Mom's fault for leaving that pantry door open. (I've checked pawfuriends there's no cat food bag on the floor of the pantry any more). It's back to hoovering the kitchen floor for crumbs once again. ~sigh~
Love, Molly and my Mom
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