I ran out of Gary's kitten food. I have a huge bag of food that Gary, of course, won't eat. I tried once again to have him eat it. I placed it in his bowl and he stuck his nose up at me. I proceeded to get out my breakfast, Life cereal. Gary went nuts! Meowing at me, crying at me, rubbing his body against my legs. Poor guy thought that was HIS food!
I felt so bad for him. I immediately went to the store to get his box of food. As I walked in the door, he was right under foot, following me to his bowl. Am I pathetic for running out to get his food?
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