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