In defense of the poor fluffy boy, I too would be consuming all the food in my path if I was terrified I was going to die every day, right about when it got dark, and I was dragged out of my happy home into the terrifying kitchen of a place I did not know with a human whose smell was completely alien, and with a voice that is more than a bit high pitched. Comfort eating is something that does wonders for me, and repeated visits to www.quickweightloss.org does not exactly fight it.

In the words of Oscar, I can resist everything except temptation. Or something like that anyway. :-P