The Woman Is Not A Food Dood, But Close Enought
I am nominating The Woman for the Food Peepul of the Yeer Award.
My name is: Max (aka Psychokitty)
Why I am nominating her:
- She has opposable thumbs
- She buys the right kind of Stinky Goodness
- She has a rather large and comfortable lap
- The inside of her nose smells really skanky, and I like that
- One time, at band camp...
- She almost always follows the rules, which say if a kitty is good when the people are having dinner the kitty gets a tiny taste when they're done
- She hardly ever yells
- If a kitty is sick, the kitty can throw up on her clothes and she doesn't get mad
- She never expects me to share my food, even if she's good while I'm eating
- She warns me before she turns on the sucky monster
- I have never seen her eat a booger
- I did hear her talk about eating an Oreo, and I freaked out a little, until I realized she meant a cookie and not THE Oreo.
- When I bit her that time, she didn't drop kick me across the room
- When I bit her that other time, she didn't bet me into a bloody pulp
- When I was so sick and they all thought I was going to die, she curled up on the closet for with me and whispered that I needed to get better, because I had a bajrillion friends who were pulling for me, plus her life wouldn't be as nice without me in it.
And that's why I'm nominating her, and I hope I'm not too late, but if I am that's ok. She might just think she was special or something if she won.
Max
2 Comments:
You look so cute together!
Yoo've got a grate food lady!!!!
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