As I write this it's been over 15 hours since I last ate.
The human put some food in the bowl this morning as usual, but there's been nothing since. When the human went into the shower this evening I knew he was going to go out for the night, but I never dreamed that he'd forget to feed us before he left.
It's been two days since I've had any canned food, and, like I said, fifteen hours since I had any dry food. I know I cannot survive much longer.
I blame Happy for this. If he wasn't so damn fat the human would never have put him (us!) on a diet and there'd be food all the time.
So goodbye, birds. Goodbye, squirrels. Goodbye, ugly cat that lives outside. Goodbye to everything and everyone. And when you die, and you see me on the other side of the rainbow bridge, do not try to talk to me, as I will pretend that I don't know you.