Bucky didn’t want to hear a peep, a squawk not even a single wheeze out of his precious fur child right now.
Dead ass
Fucking deceased donkey
She better not decide to put herself on a damn diet when he’s going to have to ration for the next month. While she’s eating like a furry goddess and if she does that shit again? He’s canceling her grooming appointment and that money is going towards a trip to Outback Steakhouse. And maybe that new game he’s been wanting for a month.
After all she’s done recently that’s more than fair considering he could easily just let her become a forest cat. And save thousands on a dime Bucky has done a lot for his baby. Without complain like moving from a good apartment in NYC.
To the middle of bumfuck nowhere Indiana to inherent his Grammy’s cottage. Just so she could in libera mundi aka free in a free world. Testing his damn patience on the daily like she’s Bob Barker and he’s on a game show.
If he sees even one crumb left on her plate he’s yeeting her ass back to Petco.