Eat Now, Pay Later.

Millhouse suddenly rolled over into the racing car position, racked his elbows up behind the ears, threw his head forward, and seemingly surprising even himself, catapulted his supper all over the kitchen worktop. It was two in the morning. No humans were about. He'd been sleeping defiantly beside the kettle. Defiantly, I say, because he knows such a spot normally warrants a finger wagging head shaking tut-tut from the human element.
"That'll teach him to steal some of my evening meal!" I thought. But, despite my vengeful satisfaction, I had to agree it was a mighty neat job and, on closer inspection, had been executed with some, possibly unfortunate, precision. An ample portion had landed on the humans' daily diary, purposefully left open to highlight important appointments. Further deposits had made it as far as the weekly shopping list alongside. I suspected maximum collateral damage had been inflicted. Large dollops of half digested meaty lumps had splodged themselves, not over appointment locations, but covered actual times on one page and many essential shopping requirements were now left to the imagination; revealing only one or two letters to nudge a shopper's memory. I pictured Mrs tottering around the supermarket holding a runny gravy stained shopping list up to the light trying make out what provisions were required. Goodness! She might overlook the cat food!
"Now look what you've done!" I exclaimed from my spot on the bookshelf to a surprised and somewhat hang-dog looking Millhouse. "No doubt we'll have a worming tablet episode thrust upon us now! All the shenanigans of being wrapped in towels and having one's jaws wedged wide to receive that much loathed and unbelievably enormous white pill! Well, cheers mate!"
"Sorry," muttered Millhouse, "It just...well it just came out!" Looking sheepish, he jumped down from the worktop and established a new sleeping post on the worktop near the back door. I suppose he thought this might disassociate him from any direct connection with the evidence. It might have the added advantage of providing a speedy exit route to the catflap if required.
I groaned and settled back down with a paw over my eyes and tried not to think about the probable consequences in the morning. I hoped it wouldn't be raining. I needed to be somewhere else when the humans got up! Well, I suppose Millhouse is only a typical teenager. He'll, no doubt, learn in the end.



Herky