Pringles - Happiness In A Can

Purrrrrrrrrrs!
I have been a bnoafide wretch lately according to the hooMom.
I want to go outside at inappropriate times.
I want to eat everything that I can get my teeth into to.
I climb the screen doors.
I meow like a banshee!
This all coming from a 12 1/2 year old housecat!
Perhaps it's a moon phase
Or a cat phase.
Who knows?
Well anyway, during the time when the hooMom was sleeping last night, I decided to counter surf.
I found a can of Pringles!
(Loaded baked potato! YUM!)
Which I proceded to knock to the floor and pry the lid off of with my teeth and handy dandy paws.
I munched them down with the help of Nikki (shhhhhhh!).
HooMom has discovered how it is I get along with the dogs so well.
I bribe them with my nighttime raidings!
HA!
Who says dogs are smarter than cats?
Dogs don't know a thing about bribery!

;o)
Headbonks,
Gump the ' tater chip thief

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