Oh, What Fresh Hell Is This?

It’s been a rough day. The little humans are always home now. I never get a moment of peace or privacy anymore. And I have places that need to be licked. Feeling the mounting stress, I find a warm stream of light to relax in.

I reach for a nice Friskies tuna flavored cat treat and realize the pouch is empty. You always think it’s going to happen to someone else.

I hold firm and don’t cry. Okay, I cry. I cry a lot. Then I eat an entire pouch of the lesser-known Frooskies cat treats my human bought me once thinking I wouldn’t notice. Asshole.

Life is hard sometimes.

10 thoughts on “Oh, What Fresh Hell Is This?

  1. I opened this one first because of the title! You poor baby! Like is tough especially when they feed you inferior treats. Off with their heads! Oh wait. They can’t open the tuna cans without a head. Boogers.

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