I came up with a brilliant idea today.  It's worth at least a nickel and six or seven feet.  Well, the dead dog came up with the idea but he doesn't know I borrowed it yet.  Besides, it has to do with cats, and he shouldn't be thinking about cats after that last one kicked his butt and then humped the side of his head before getting tired and going off to do other cat things.

So here's the idea:

Iam's Regurgitated Meat Slop – When your cat can't chew it's food, we will.

You heard it here first, and I expect a Nacho Cheese and Salsa Factory (tm) (maybe two) when you make your millions.  Please don't tell the dog.

What a good day!