I don’t know if my comment yesterday about no bread being safe from Asbjørn was prescience or me jinxing myself or just plain coincidence, but that fat bastard ate an entire unopened loaf of bread today.  He’s so sneaky that I probably wouldn’t even have noticed it was missing if I hadn’t found the chewed-up wrapper on my bed.  If he’d just learn to clean up after himself, he could get away with anything.

To counter the calorie overload, I made him roll over six times in rapid succession–I reckon he owed me at least three times that much, but six was apparently his limit; he flat refused to do more–and gave him a severely reduced portion of food for his dinner (I didn’t have the heart to withhold his food entirely … yeah, yeah, I wonder why he’s fat).  I hope he’s learned a lesson.