But what you DIDN'T know was that Mom went to Trader Joe's an' bought a box of ...
Yay! Shrimp are GOOD an' Mom understands that Tuxie girls MUST have shrimp ... In fact, I think that I may like shrimp ALMOST as much as I like turkey (mmmmm ... turkey)!
So she invited me to come over to my place at the dining table (I was there sofastthatIwasablur) an' have some. I got TWO shrimp of my furry own an' I ate them furry quietly so that I wouldn't attract the attention of the Feline Americans who would most definitely want to have some of MY shrimp. Mom carefully cut my two delicious, succulent Trader Joe's shrimp into five pieces each so that I could savor them ... but I still blew through my shrimp like a GREAT WHITE SHARK. I was so intensely concentrating on devouring my shrimp that I nearly took off two of Mom's fingers in the process.
I say, "Watch yourself, Mom. Your fingers just might become collateral damage if you get in the way of MY SHRIMP!"