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*eyeroll*

Pumpkin and I were hanging out in my bedroom, looking at jewelry. Finally she declared we had to go to the kitchen and see if the butter we'd put out had softened enough to make the oatmeal raisin cookies we'd planned.

Can you see where this is going?

That's right. When we got there, we found Frodo on the kitchen counter, working his way through the stick of butter he'd torn open. He'd eaten HALF of it by the time we got there. I grabbed the butter away, tossed it in the trash and scolded him, shaking a finger at him and telling him he was VERY VERY BAD. He just glared at me, licking butter off his whiskers. So we realized we'd have to postpone the cookie making until tomorrow, as I don't have any other butter that isn't frozen.

Now, six hours later, he's curled up on the sofa where he's been since then. He's very quiet, he didn't want any dinner, and he hasn't moved much, just dozing. He doesn't want to get up, he just wants to lie there. I've checked him - his stomach is soft and not swollen, his nose is cold, and he just seems to have a stomachache. That's what you get when you overindulge! I just hope he won't end up pooping some slimy mess outside the litterbox.

Stupid cat.

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