Last night, as I was fixing a platter of wings (sauce: Frank’s Red Hot and butter), the cat had his face in his bowl, purring loudly as he ate. Later, when I got up from the couch for more wings and another beer (Long Trail Hibernator), he jumped off his chair and followed me to the kitchen, where he ate some more. When I went back out for another beer and a cookie (Pepperidge Farm Double Chunk Dark Chocolate), he followed me again and ate even more. It was the same thing when I got up for some ice cream (Ben & Jerry’s Vanilla) and a brownie (home made) and later, when I went for another beer (Otter Creek Stovepipe Porter). He even followed me down at 2:00 a.m. when I decided to have the last slice of apple (Esopus Spitzenberg) pie and a hunk of cheese (Cabot Hunter’s Favorite Seriously Sharp Cheddar).
The cat eats all the time. No wonder he’s fat.