Harshing My Buzz

So it was a little writing contest, and I entered. How hard could it be? The conceit was to write a complete story in five sentences of five words each. I wrote mine, and thought, dayum this isn't bad, it might win and will definitely place.

It didn't. Turns out they wanted GOOD writing. Seems like they'd have mentioned that earlier on. Ah, well, so it doesn't go COMPLETELY to waste, here is is for your edification:

"I'm hungry, where's the food?"
I head-butted again, meowing.
"Fluffy, get help," she repeated.
Right, me with no thumbs.
Later, cooling, she was delicious.

In Our Next Episode:

I whine about something else.
More substantial than this, maybe.
If not, it's just filler.
Or keeping me otherwise occupied.
Life will take over soon.