Maladies mount. This time, I hurled my dinner. Didn't do quite as well as this poor fella pictured a left. I left a pile at my mommy's feet under the kitchen table. Don't know what it was, but after the event, I felt fine, in fact hungrier than before. But then there was all this human talk about whether I should eat any more. I kept trying to tell them, I'm feeling better now, especially because it was rib-roast night.
Here's what I have to say to my family, in verse:
Pay no attention
To that vomit on the floor.
I want some more!!!