Sylvester was currently laying on the couch, looking bored AF as he waited for his owner, Steve, to get home with the wet food cans for his lunch.

Sylvester: “Goddammit, Steve, hurry up! I’m f*cking starving!”

He yelled, to basically no one in particular. Gibson scurried off, clearly scared at his brother’s outburst that came out of nowhere.

Sylvester groaned, getting up from the couch to (hopefully) see that Steve finally returned with his wet food, even though it’s only been about 5 minutes since he left.