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.