Torture

It has been two hours since I last ate salmon in jelly.
I have meowed, in protest, but have had to eat dry biscuits.
The dry biscuits are almost gone.

My human keeps saying something about 'food arriving soon' and 'Sainsbury's delivery', but I'm not sure I can hang on.

I have decided to lie down and tuck my paws in.

I wonder when I'll next eat.

I wonder if I can survive in such conditions.

This is torture.