More Words, Deeper Hole

Sadly we are down to only Bruno (losing two to the same damn thing in the span of seven months SUCKS, let me tell you), who used to live in our garage, and since moving in last December has gained five pounds and resembles an Airstream in a cat suit.

He has a multiplicity of vocalizations, which can be categorized as "Timmy's Down The Well Full Of Acid In the Burning Barn Full Of Aliens with Lasers" and "mrph". He uses these to communicate any of the following: the litter box is full of poop, the gushy dish is empty, the kibble dish is empty, people have hands but they are not petting me, nobody is rubbing my ears, nobody is rubbing my belly, and, did I mention the gushy dish was empty?