Hemingway, I like having carburetors in my meals.
What on earth are you talking about, Steinbeck?
Well, remember when you had to go to the doctor’s house a little while ago?
Of course I remember. I got a shot!
Yes, but you also got on that thing that tells the doctor how much we weigh.
I had no choice. She made me do it.
Yes, but you’re way too chunky now and Mom said we can’t have that many carburetors in our meals now. Besides, we don’t get our crunchy food now. I like the canned food, but once the gravy is all licked off, I’m left with yuk!
I know what you mean. I like the gravy but I have to be really hungry to eat the rest of that stuff. I want our crunchy stuff back. But Mom’s not making us cut back on carburetors. We’re cutting back on carbs.
Well, if you didn’t weigh 23 1/2 pounds, we could have crunchy stuff with all those carb things!
Oh sure, blame it all on me. Seems the doctor lady said you were a little too chunky for your own good, too.
Do you think the outdoor cat can order some food for us?
He looks like he’s on Mom’s side so he probably won’t do it.
Fine! I’ll just chew on my carrot and pretend it’s crunchy good stuff with carbs.