Twice a month, my feeder loads up the kitchen with food for meals and plenty of delicious snacks.
Everything in the fridge is supposed to last for two weeks.
The only problem is... he's got a feedee in the house.
And when he's not there to keep an eye on me, I tend to lose control of my appetite.

It's all his fault for wanting a feedee- for turning me into his own private eating machine.

I make my way to the fridge and peek inside, surveying all the goodies.
Maybe I want a rice krispy treat and some kool aid.
But wait. There's chocolate pies in here. A...

Twice a month, my feeder loads up the kitchen with food for meals and plenty of delicious snacks.
Everything in the fridge is supposed to last for two weeks.
The only problem is... he's got a feedee in the house.
And when he's not there to keep an eye on me, I tend to lose control of my appetite.

It's all his fault for wanting a feedee- for turning me into his own private eating machine.

I make my way to the fridge and peek inside, surveying all the goodies.
Maybe I want a rice krispy treat and some kool aid.
But wait. There's chocolate pies in here. And choclate milk, mini cupcakes, tacos..

Now I can't decide. So I set my stool down in front of the fridge and just start eating.
There's no way this stuff is going to last two weeks.
By the time I'm done, I'm sucking whipped cream straight out of the can-
between labored breaths and the occasional burp.

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