My muse is chowing down on a box of pocky and your muse seems to have a sudden craving for the chocolate covered treat! (or perhaps my muses' lips?~) Send "Chomp!" for my muse's reaction to yours biting the other end of the pocky stick!

She should’ve known keeping the feline around would do her more harm than good. While she adored cats this one was far from your average felid in terms of normality. For starters he vocalized his needs which wasn’t a thing to be shocked over but annoyed by. It would seem the black menace was far from satisfied with a vivacious appetite to boot. Never before had she found herself stocking up on so much canned cat food of various brands. What one would peg as a human’s kitchen had slowly become his kitchen, the fucking cat.

Just great.

Seating herself at the kitchen table, digits tearing into a box, the stress of attempting to pamper such a feline was enough to drive her into eating. Acquiring the chocolate dipped stick she began stuffing her face, one after another, after another until the final piece rested between her crumb covered tiers–

Crunch

–Until the cat nabbed it from her grasp.

                                                                      “I FED YOU ALREADY!”