the death cat

[cawnivore-blog]

❛ and seven       IF we’re counting CHUNKY the DEATH CAT. ❜

[cawnivore-blog]

           a heavy, exasperated sort of sigh escapes him when he turns from his            fire starting, expecting to find the pile of fish he’d managed to catch for            him and the rest of the family but only sees chunky, cheeks puffed,            looking guilty.  ❝ i’d tell you to spit them back UP but i don’t want to eat                  cat drool today. BAD CHUNKY! that took forever to catch! ❞

     while the MASSIVE feline was usually well behaved ( and knew the difference between HIS food and THEIR food ) fish was a meal that chunky could not keep himself AWAY from. his cheeks hollowed and his throat SWELLED as he swallowed the OVERSIZED mouthful. as the food had dropped into his stomach, a huge PINK tongue swept across his upper lip.