Humphrey’s Addiction

Dearest Humphrey, in the past month of your new life with FoodLady, et al. you have learned of the joys of food, beds, running around like a fool with other dogs, toys, opening doors on your own and most recently, couches. All of that happy has been brought to you for the low low price of baths, sitting on command, and an occasional cuddle. I know, you got a hellofa deal. Unsurprisingly, there is a hidden cost – that’s right, if it seems to good to be true, it probably is! Here is your new fee, due immediately: No. Hunting. Kitties.
Say it with me now Humphrey: Cats are friends; not food.
If anyone is looking for Humphrey, he is attending Puddy-Tats Anonymous getting his priorities in order.