tuesdays with...franny. (food rage edition)

usually tuesdays are all about gus, but today franny is crashing the party.

we ran out of cat food last night. since i was planning on going to the store this morning, i reasoned that our obese felines could go one night without the chow. when i went to bed, franny was camped out by her bowl and looking pissed. i told her that gandhi did it for, like, a month, so she could go twelve hours.

this morning i woke up to this:

not. effing. around. 

in a fit of hungry rage, franny had disassembled her feeder and thrown around the empty food cannister.

she is indeed a girl after my very own heart.