I’m not sure what this is a sign of, but it’s got to be a sign of something.
I can be completely out of every ounce of substances edible to humans, but if I’m tired, I’ll just say “Fuck it, I’ll pick something up tomorrow.”
But if I’m even almost out of cat food, it doesn’t matter how exhausted I am, I’ll go to Ralph’s and haul out eight pounds of food for my little buddy.
I mean, I generally eat three meals a day at work and can order in when necessary. But I still find it a bit odd that I’ll feed Chaplin long before I feed myself.