It's A Party!

Well, 'D&D' had a pizza party of sorts at our house. A celebration of 'D's b-day as well.

But let's get back to the pizza part of the party. Well - what does arrive for the party? Eight, count them, eight boxes of pizzas.

Yum Yum Give Me Some.

And I must say, they smelled soooooooooooooo good! All that warm, yummy cheese! Made my mouth just water!

So, when all the humans were outside, eating and drinking and chatting and smoking and munching and visiting - I could not resist that cheesy smell, and made myself comfortable atop one of the still warm boxes!

I was in heaven! The box was so warm, the cheesy aroma was overpowering! And then 'D' had to ruin it all and shoo me away from the boxes.

And 'D' didn't even offer me a nibble of pizza! Well!

Just wait. Revenge is a dish best served cold! (And cold pizza isn't that bad either!).

Krinkle

One of the sounds that I love to hear is 'krinkle krinkle krinkle'. That is the lovely sound that is made when a human removes the plastic wrapping from a slice of cheese. No matter what I am doing, or where I am in this house; I can hear that sound. Such a wonderful, sweet sound. It's almost like some type of hypnotic message. I cannot help myself I am drawn to that heavenly sound. And D&D seem almost surprised that I am at their feet, rubbing myself against their legs as they stand in front of that big, white box that contains the slices of cheese. Yumo! I really do not know what it is about processed cheese that I love so much. I just do. To put it into human terms, I have the same reaction to that cheese as you do to chocolate. I mean, I may not be hungry at all, or maybe I am in a dead sleep - but I hear that sound and that is all that it takes. I am there. Waiting. Just for a nibble. Just for a small piece. And once that little piece of processed cheese is devoured; I am out of there - back to doing what I was doing before that 'krinkle krinkle krinkle" over road all of my brain functions. It ain't easy .... being cheesy.