This sketch almost drew itself one morning after I stumbled downstairs half alseep for that first cigarette of the day and was waylaid by cats screaming for food. Nothing gets between me and that first cancer stick, so I dropped an unopened can of food into one of their dishes and went outside for my smoke before returning to feed the little buggers, reflecting on the humorous if not sadistic nature of what I'd just done.
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