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Picky Pants

By Published On: May 23rd, 2023

Hey furriends, I’m down here – in the pile of clothes. Mom was in the middle of sorting laundry and thought I’d try to model my new pants fur you, but it appears they won’t be ready to wear again until supurr time. I’m refurring to my picky pants. Purrsonally I think Mom can return them, but I’ll let you be the judge.

Allow me to explain a bit more. I’ve been taking little nibbles of my supurr then leaving, which is my way of saying I don’t like it. Mom is finding it more difficult to food shop fur me now, hence the picky pants. Unlike humans, who’s taste buds appurrently change evfurry seven years, I just get sick of eating the same wet food flavors ovfurr and ovfurr again. I used to like beef flavors – but kicked that habit a long time ago. Chicken and turkey flavors have always been my go to, but recently I’ve boycotted them too; with the exception of my turkey deli meat. I can’t live without that! Now-a-days all I’ll tolerate are seafood flavors. I don’t call this picky, I call it knowing what I want to eat. One thing is fur sure. I’ll only eat Friskies brand of wet food and it has to be shredded or bits to satisfy my cravings. I nevfurr have and nevfurr will like Paté. Ew!

What do you guys think? I don’t care what Mom says. I’m going to stick with my handsome pants.