I am not proud of it but they say you have to make a clean breast of things so you can move forward with life.
First I guess I have to let you know why I am letting the cat out of the bag, or coming out of shadow. Pops gave me the ultimatum. Get help or... We never got into the or, thank goodness. So, well, here goes.
Hi, My name is Timmy Tomcat, and, I am a Plastic Chewer!
There! I said it. Don't judge unless you be judged. No throwing bricks in a glass house. Don't chew your feet unless... Oh, maybe that's for another day...
|Oh my goodness it tastes so Goooood!|
I see those cases come up the stairs with the light shining on that cool smooth wonderful plastic. I start to think of how it smells, how it looks, how it TASTES! There are different flavors and that is the best part. The Mariners catch, yes, Ocean Whitefish and Tuna Dinner, heaven, and, oh-my-cat, the marvelous wrapping of Salmon Dinner, simply ecstasy!
|We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. |
They stole it from us. Sneaky little kitties.
I don't want to worry my pals. I do not eat the Delicious plastic. Just kinda chew it up. No vet trips fur this cat!
Love you all