Well-fed

Well-fed cats of all sizes and colors—tabby, calico, tortoiseshell—padded among the old graves or watched with lambent eyes from the benches positioned throughout the cemetery.

Etched in Bone Adrian Phoenix 2011

Well-fed cats of all sizes and colors—tabby, calico, tortoiseshell—padded among the old graves or watched with lambent eyes from the benches positioned throughout the cemetery.

Etched in Bone Adrian Phoenix 2011

Well-fed protestors might do well to put their newly withdrawn money where their mouths are: The food industry isn't all organic produce delivered curbside to their demonstration du jour: It has a few monopolies of its own.

Food52: Food Court: Kids Tackle Obesity, Foie Goes Cali, On the Menu at OWS Food52 2011

Well-fed bluebloods wrap themselves in theater curtains, pile on the baubles, and commission royal portraits for which they assume expressions of such preposterous self-importance as to nullify any trace of human dignity.

Larissa Archer: Asian Art Museum's "Maharaja" Overlooks Crucial Cultural Questions in India Larissa Archer 2011

Well-fed cats of all sizes and colors—tabby, calico, tortoiseshell—padded among the old graves or watched with lambent eyes from the benches positioned throughout the cemetery.

Etched in Bone Adrian Phoenix 2011

Well-fed cats of all sizes and colors—tabby, calico, tortoiseshell—padded among the old graves or watched with lambent eyes from the benches positioned throughout the cemetery.

Etched in Bone Adrian Phoenix 2011

Well-fed people are more sheeplike than starving people.

Motivating Sheep, Bryan Caplan | EconLog | Library of Economics and Liberty 2009

Apparently, Deb is too modest to let you know she has been nominated (by myself, amongst others) to win in the humor category at the Well-fed network “Best food blog” awards (yes, Deb, you ARE funny).

really simple homemade pizza | smitten kitchen 2007

Well-fed, secure people tend to want to limit their own reproduction.

Spin 2005

Well-fed and contented, the sheep have settled down for the night and Jørn Mathildesen and his wife are seated beneath an overhanging ledge of rock at their supper of cold food and black coffee.

The Road Leads On 2003