I woke up today and knew I finally had to do my husband Capper. A good kitty deserves to be well-fed, no? Well, Capper’s a very good kitty in my book, so he deserves all the food he can eat! …Which is a lot, surprisingly.
I just love the idea of Capper getting stuffed. He’s such a handsome, suave guy that it would probably rattle you to see him with a giant gut stuffed with who-knows-what (probably tuna or something, I’d guess), and even more dumbfounded to hear– or, dear god, witness– him expel into the air one heavy, gargantuan, window-rattling belch, low-pitched and thick with the flavors of everything he’d so greedily gobbled up. It’s just so against his desired image that it is extremely fascinating to me…!!! Especially because I already find him pretty hot, lol…