Put Down the Phone and Feed Me

Woe is me. In despair I come to you, a poor neglected feline princess tortured into starvation by the horrible, careless human who claims to love me.

It’s been two hours since I had a treat. It’s been 84 years since I last sniffed a dish of my delectable wet food. How am I to survive such cruel, unwarranted punishment?

How could my human gaze into my mournful eyes, stroke my protruding ribs, and do nothing more than snap a picture to post to her stupid Facebook page? Doesn’t she realize how hungry I am? Can’t she see that I am wasting away? Doesn’t my human hear my empty tummy as it cries out for sustenance?

Help me, Vocal friends. Call the SPCA and tell them she’s neglecting me. Call the police. Have her arrested for animal abuse and sent to jail for a very, very long time. Better yet, call Auntie Heather. I know she will help me.

I fear the end is nigh, Vocal friends. My emaciated body is becoming weaker by the second. If I do not receive nourishment soon, I fear my body will begin to consume its own liver. Then, if that doesn’t satiate me, I may have no other choice but be forced to forage through the full bowl of kibble sitting on the floor in the kitchen.

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For Mike Singleton's "Waiting" challenge in the FB group Vocal Social Society (VSS)