There was no time to lose. A burning in the pit of my stomach — call it a sixth sense or just a nagging feeling — told me that if I didn’t run, and fast, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. I dashed home, flew through the open window, but I was too late. I watched in horror as my human ate the last bite of tuna casserole.
This is absolutely the funniest thing!!
You know how in Calvin there’s an absolute zero?? Well in the humor-mometor this is ABSOLUTELY hilarious!!
Poor kitty – the HORROR. 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂
Gah! I’m really not a horror movie fan. Poor kitty looks traumatized.
If it was me I would have left it all to the kitty I can’t stand tuna casserole!
Same. That’s the real horror.
Kitty can come to my house. I made tuna noodle casserole last night and have some left over. The horror of not sharing, at least one small bite.
Mike’s sense of humor makes everything better. I luff this kitty’s heroism and self-sacrifice.
The photo is good, the caption is terrific, putting them together in Mike’s special way: Genius!