The white cat curls up on the end of the bed, sound asleep until she hears the sound of food being dumped into her dish. She doesn’t need to eat any more food, she is already way too heavy for a cat, but she insists on eating more and more until she fills the black hole that is her stomach, before trotting over to the cat door and squeezing her way outside. She rolls around in the dirt, turning her nice white coat gray before coming back inside to eat some more and sleep for the next 18 hours, then begin the cycle all over again.
I'm not a cat fancier--and nothing you say here is any likelier to make me one!
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