The other day my master brought home some food from "long John silvers"...of course I could smell it. This is the second time he has done this. He has a pretty hard and fast rule that he doesn't allow me to eat any of his food, vary rarely will he bend on this. Finally this time he gave me a small sliver of fish and shrimp from the long johns place....man I thought I had died and gone to kitty heaven. I inhaled it faster than I do catnip(that stuff also rocks!). I guess he has his reasons to not let me have table scraps most of the time...I suppose it's for the best...I might get bigger than I already am...but for goosh sakes if you are going to be so cruel and bring home fish could you at least offer a poor little kitty more than just a little scrap. Hmmmm I have an idea maybe I'll ask him if he can buy me a pet gold fish. I promise I'll take really good care of him(in my mouth) and never harm him. I'll just watch over him in the bowl....really...I mean it. :)
SLA
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