Templeton knew his meal had been superficial. He knew after a bit of rest, his distended belly would disappear, as watermelon, although being an ample supply of food, was not likly to help him gain any weight, other then the initial bloating. With this knowledge, Templeton continued to massage the tightly pact belly of his, claws gently scratching his bloated sloshy belly. He closed his eyes, entering a state of food stuffed euphoria, which was however interrupted by a twitching of whiskers, which led Templeton to slowly open his eyes. What he saw would neither please him, or soothe him.
He saw the fluffy face of a hungery cat.
Templeton gulped, realizing he was in quite a comprimising situation. So he did the only thing he really could in such a situation; he ran. The cat pounced at him, and Templeton ducked out of the way just in time. Normally, Templeton was quite agile, and cats would quickly give up the chase, but he soon found out his gorged stomach would cause him some difficulty. He ran passed junk heaps, not daring to look back, and as the cats shadow began to loom over him, he knew it was all over unless he found another escape.
So he looked all around him, hoping for something, anything. Then he finally saw what he hoped would be a feasable escape. A pile of garbage appeared in front of him, in which there was a hole, big enough for a fat rat to squeeze into but small enough to escape his unwanted friend. So he took his chances and leaped into the hole, legs scrambling to help fit his bloated end through. He managed to pull himself into the pile just as the cat leaped up again to grab him, but to no avail. The cat hissed at him, but Templeton did his best to ignore it and crawl further inside. It was in here that Templeton found something he didn't expect.