Runaway

Sir Roderick decided to vacate his humble abode sometime in the night. I never realised how much stuff I had until I moved all of my shit looking for him. After a good half hour of moving, I finally gave up and sat down.

That’s when I heard the scratching.

Damn fat guy was in my closet, behind the drawers (the one place I hadn’t looked). He’d come out for a bit of a snack.

I had spent the half hour contemplating all sorts of punishments for him. No more snacks and less play time. When I saw his furry little butt, all of that was forgotten. I celebrated first, and then put out some snacks for his fat ass.

I am a bad parent.

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