there is an unfortunate analog to the crisis of waking up, breaking out the cereal bowl, pouring in the flakes or o's or whathaveyou, taking the spoon out, then, as seinfeld describes, picking up the milk carton and realizing it's tragically light.
(sometimes you still pour it over the cereal, hoping by some miracle youve misjudged the weight, right? nope, you havent. and your reward is a semi-moist bowl of ruined honey nut cheerios [which is the perfect cereal btw {provided you have sufficient milk}].)
the analog is your cat waking you up, leading you to her empty food bowl, then you picking up the cat food bag and realizing it's tragically light. and youre gonna have to make your first foray into the world this morning in your jammies and unkempt countenance, to buy the beast the generic food the deli sells, b.c the pet store that sells the premo stuff that she wont inevitably regurgitate (shes a weak-stomached food snob - o brady i love you!) doesnt open for another hour and you gotta haul ass.
and of course said premo pet food store will be closed by the time you get home tonite.
man, the sacrifices we make for our children, right?
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