Posted by on Sep 14, 2018 | 11 comments

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Well, you probably think papa is a really nice guy, from what you hear or see (Mr. Snuggles personified), but if you want the truth, he is constantly trying to sneak some of my kibble for himself and mama is always calling to me, “LOULOU, papa’s after your kibble again!”  Or I am calling to HER, “MAMA, papa is after MY KIBBLE AGAIN!” You’d think anthros would want their own silly food.

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But, Loulou, I have just discovered that your kibble and papa’s home-made cereal are in the same kind of glass jar (thanks to the lady at our open market who sells the most delicious confit de canard in the world and whose jars mama uses to store stuff).

SO–papa, next time you reach your paw…er…hand in to get some of YOUR cereal, make sure it’s the RIGHT JAR, OKAY?

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Hello, can I get  word in here.  MY KIBBLE IS OFF LIMITS!

(Chicken is not even HIS favourite flavour, so there!)