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I saw a man with a trolley full of cat food and one single bag of maltesers today so this happened.He slunk along the pavement, chipped claws digging into the thin plastic of the handle and tearing ribbons from it as he increased pace,
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I saw a man with a trolley full of cat food and one single bag of maltesers today so this happened.He slunk along the pavement, chipped claws digging into the thin

plastic of the handle and tearing ribbons from it as he increased pace,

slipping into the back alleys nearer his house. Padding along the narrow paths,

he kept a careful eye out for any others, guarding his bags with slitted pupils

darting to and fro.Hunching his back he pushed open the door with ease,

allowing it to naturally swing shut behind him. A chorus of childlike mewing

greeted him as he made his way into the kitchen, several tails snaking their

way round his legs on the way and a rumbling curl of tongues fading into the

background.Once the bags had been set on the counter, he went to the

china cupboard and gathered a large stack of dishes into his arms. Fading

patters of kitsch flowers and Beatrix Potteresque mice and other small rodents

arranged themselves on the plate, accompanying the flourished black calligraphy

of various names flowing around the rims. He didn’t have the energy to think through a seating plan

tonight so he let his hands do the work, vaguely processing the names and

shifting a few bowls to the bottom of the pile when a clear rift stood out

between that name and the last. Wouldn’t it be nice for his family to just get

along in his old age. But alas, some things were never meant to be.After making his way methodically around the table, he

reached the head of the table and sat down a bowl inscribed ‘Felinus’ in its

place. He walked into the kitchen, calling out in a solemn tone to gather

everyone for dinner, and took the first few boxes of cat food. By the time everyone was seated he had got around half of

the table, filling the dishes to the brim with a unique mix for each cat and

their culinary requirements. Another five minutes passed and finally he went

back into the kitchen for his own dinner. Returning to the table he sat down in his throne, the

felines sitting with straight backs and a respectful gaze as they waited for

him to start. Tearing the top of the bag by running a single nail across it, he

smiled then let the contents cascade into his bowl, ringing out like bells as

they bounced off the china. “Eat, my children,” he rasped. “You have worked hard today.”

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