Ralphin' Rocky
It was a rare and wonderful thing. Someone got in trubble and it wasn't me. My frend Rocky frum the outside slept in the house last night becuz it was blowing and raining hard. He doesn't like to stay inside (maybe becuz I have a crush on him and try to make him my girlfrend when I see him), but the Food Lady and Mr Tasty Face force him to sleep indoors when the wether is bad. This morning, Rocky was acting all weird when the Food Lady got ready to feed me. I was starving (of course), but Rocky was making these weird sounds, and then he barfed up slime and a rubber band on Mr Tasty Face's jeans. If it had been me, they'd probably have yelled "OH, SKEEZIX!" but it was Rocky, so they didn't yell. Except they had a discussion over where Rocky would have found a rubber band to eat. It took them FOREVER to get around to feeding me my brekfest. I don't know why Rocky would eat rubber bands when Fancy Feast Sliced Turkey in gravy is about a million times more delishus.
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