Hunger for Hunger

In the bustling city of Sekiville, there was a black cat named Mike. Now Mike was living with his owner Misses Pearl, who made sure he lacked nothing.
Mike was always fed with the best food, the best milk, the best water, the best scratching post and even the best sand shipped from the beach of Miami for his litter box. Yep, Mike was using imported sand on his tush, just to show he was a royal kitty.
With all these obviously extravagant belongings, Mike was still hungry for more. He wanted more food, more milk, more posts, etc. And Misses Pearl was happy to oblige, for as she always claimed "Mike is the king of this Jungle."

One day, Misses Pearl had a visitor. The neighbor, Miss Green, came for a cup of afternoon tea. Mike watched her for some time on his cat bed shipped in from Vietnam, he got bored and eventually gathered enough morale and strength to get up and move to the backyard.
As he stood up, Miss Green dropped her cup and exclaimed "Ooh, what a fat kitty you've got."
"Meoww?" Mike asked, for he knows that obscenely rude gesture wasn't for him. His cat food from Germany was guaranteed 100% fat free. He said some rather colorful words back to her in cat language, addressing mostly how she had the galls to comment on the hostess pet size.
Miss Pearl ignored the comment and said "He's the perfect size for a cat his age." Although she said it in a rather unsure voice.
Mike decided, he has had enough of such rude and trout behavior. Pained and shamed, he cat-walked out of the sitting room to the backyard.

At the backyard he saw two cats, a nice looking molly and a Tomcat laying on the fence. Now being the handsome rascal and woman charmer that he was _{5 years ago}, he approached the molly.
"Hey beautiful", he meowed. "You're looking rather ravishing today, wanna get a-" she jumped off the fence and sauntered out of the compound.
The Tomcat laughed out loud at the rather depressing attempt.
"Sorry boyoo, my sister is kind of a drama at." He said, apologetically.
"She's pretty." Mike managed to whisper out, as it was the first time he had ever been rejected _{and as the saying goes cat guy his tongue}. It made him fall in love even more.
"Yeah well, you aren't the only one who thinks that mate." Tomcat said stretching.
"I want to get to know her more." Mike said, turning to look at the Tomcat.
"You would have to pick a number mate." He said and leaped off the fence.
"How can I get her? Any tips?" Mike asked desperately.
"Gee, I don't know. Listen, you seem like a really nice cat, but you aren't really up there with cathletes like Panther and the rest. Maybe just try to lose a few belly jiggles." He said and began walking away.
"How can I lose fat?" Mike asked after him.
"Try fasting."

Mike walked into the house, thinking back on his conversation with that cat.
Fasting? That means he would have to stay without food. Wouldn't he die? Another thought crossed upon his consciousness. He shaked his head, he had to do this. To get his beloved, he would stay hungry.
He went to the parlour to tell Misses Pearl of his new resolution, and asked for her encouragement on his journey.
The conversation went a bit of something like this;

Mike: Meow meow
Miss Pearl: I'm so sorry my love, your food would be out in a bit.
Mike: Meowwww

Miss Pearl dropped his food bowl and poured his favorite dish of fish and rice with the recipe from Berlin.
Mike looked at her shocked, of all the day's for her to bring this dish, she had to serve it when he wanted to go on a fast.
With a heavy heart but an ecstatic tummy he ate the food and licked the bowl, he then laps up his milk from Glasgow and goes to his bed to sleep.
He wakes up by 3 in the morning and walks to his litter box to file a report of yesterday's culinary activities.
After he was through with his business he looks through the window and sees those cats from before. Although there was another Tomcat there and this one looked more impressive.
With a look at his shadow he realized there is no hope for him. Although he hungers for Molly, he realizes that he can't ever be hungry in his house. As he lies down to sleep, his heart is heavy at the loss, but his stomach is thinking of the menu of tomorrow.

I closed the book and looked up to see my two favorite men asleep on the bed. Brian is as much a sucker for stories as his son, so I tapped him lightly and told him to go to his bed. Laughing lightly as he hit his head on the door, I tucked in Thomas and began to go to bed but my stomach rumbled.