The Plight of a Housecat

Luna was glum; Luna was furious; Luna was hungry. Her human had forgotten to serve her her afternoon bowl of Meow Munch and she, the innocent, furry embodiment of consequence, was paying the price. Oh, how Luna’s tummy ached; it felt to her like a fate worse than death. She hardly had the strength to move—plopped down and stretched out on a patch of sun, her final reserves of energy were rapidly fading. Mamdouh will regret this when I’m gone, Luna thought. He will rue the day that—

“Here you go, Luna.”

What was that? Could it be the dull thud of my saucer?

“Not again—I was only five minutes late.”

Luna barely flicked her tail in response. She was too tired to trot through the unending hallway that led from her place in the living room to the kitchen.

Bestowing mercy upon her, Mamdouh picked Luna up and carried her all the way to her food.

I’m saved, thought Luna, as she scarfed down the mountain of kibble before her. I’m saved.