An hour and a half.

That's how late the People were getting home to feed us tonight.

It's bad enough that the Woman is either not here to turn the computer on for me or if she's home she's hogging it, now they're incredibly late and I don't think they even care.

One would think that to make up for it, they would let us have our snack early. But no. She refuses.

I bet she makes us have it late. As if getting dinner late means we're actually not hungry already.

When she takes a shower tonight, I am going to sneak in and flush the giant litterbox.

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