Sometimes you just need a little nap in the sun
The Mooks keep screwing with me, trying to get me to compromise on my principles. For instance, with food.
When I came here I was so hungry I'd have eaten any crap which is what the Mooks served in the shape of some dry, tasteless kibble. Worse, it had no odour. Everyone knows flavour starts in the nose. After a couple of days of eating this shit, I stopped and they panicked and started adding this wonderfully odiferous and juicy wet food to the mix. Yummy. Then one night they tried to get me to eat it dry again. Stupidly, I thought they were out of the good stuff and bunged it down anyway. They then decided to keep on with just the kibble.
Hunger strike time. Two days went by and I would nibble the kibble, stop, sigh and sit down as if in mourning for my life. Finally, back came the good stuff. Then, last night, Mook B decided to get cute and filled the bowl with just kibble. He shook the bowl, thinking the clatter of the "food" would give me a hard-on or something. I just turned my head. Mexican standoff. Of course he gave in and the good stuff came out because they both know what I'm capable of when I'm really pissed.
The other thing is this NILIF atrocity still reigns. The problem? When it's time to go out, I get really excited; I can't help myself and go a little berserk. (Any walk can turn into an esc ape, you see.) Now they expect the show each time, figuring that the walk I deserve is something I should earn. (Nothing in life is free, say the fuckwads.) So now my natural excitement has been turned into a show and no one moves to the door 'til I do the fucking thing.
I hate them I hate them I hate them.
The show
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