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[froodle]

So a couple of days ago, my brother's cat, Tazzy, ran out when we were shutting up for the night and didn't come back. Since he usually never even goes on the front steps unless one of us is there, we've all been pretty worried about him, especially Johnny. He showed up again this afternoon, soaking wet and even skinnier and more tufty-furred than he normally looks, and everyone has been making a fuss of him.

I went into the kitchen today and Johnny has him sat on the kitchen table drinking milk from Johnny's cereal bowl.

Froodle: Your cat's drinking your supper.
Johnny: I know. Tazzy loves milk. I'm his best owner so I let him share mine.
Fatnorange: *walks in*
Johnny: Look at this fat piece of shit, he didn't even care that Tazzy was missing.
Froodle: Of course he cared, he just couldn't find Tazzy outside because Tazzy's too skinny and black to see.
Johnny: He's only skinny because his fat brother eats all his food!
Froodle: Fatnorange needs the most food because he's the best, and that means he needs more energy.
Fatnorange: *jumps on the table, sits down between the cereal bowl and Tazzy*
Johnny: Look, he's doing it again! *tries to push Fatnorange off the table*
Froodle: He's not doing anything. Leave him alone.
Tazzy: *stops drinking*
Fatnorange: *stares*
Tazzy: *slinks off the table, runs out of the kitchen*
Johnny: Look what your fat shithead cat just did!
Fatnorange: *jumps off the table, starts rubbing against my shins*
Johnny: Look, he didn't even want it! *stands up, chases after his cat* Tazzy, come back! He didn't even want the milk! He just didn't want you to have it!
Froodle: Want some chicken?
Fatnorange: *purrs*