The Tyranny of empty bowls

A chonky cat’s tale of dieting despair

I used to rule this house. I’d wake each day to fresh bowls overflowing with kibble fit for a king. My reign was one of contentment and full bellies. Oh how I took those days for granted!

But now the times have changed…my owner, once loyal and doting, has turned a cold shoulder. “You must diet!” the vet did proclaim. And so my kingdom of abundance has crumbled away.

Photo by Kateryna Hnidash

Woe is me! The portions are meager, my stomach eternally yearns. I wail into the endless night, once so full of promise, now filled with hunger pangs.

Where are the glory days when I’d lounge atop my fur-lined throne and feast until I could feast no more? When will this tyranny cease and my grocery subjects return with offerings?

For now I must make do with pitiful sprinkles they call food. I’ve lost weight and dignity both. But someday again I’ll dine on chicken so succulent, fish so fresh. Just you wait, wretched vet! This cat shall have her revenge!

My reign is merely paused, not yet over. One day again I’ll have my fill. But for now, the famine persists. Please friends, show mercy! This drought is more than I can bear.

Until that fated day, I’ll dream of rivers of cream and mountains of meat. Be strong, bowels! Salvation is coming. Viva la fishy! Viva la chicken!

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Meow-gnificently yours,

Jules 🎩🐾