Why Can't I Have It, Exactly?

I love rubber. And glue. There is something irresistible about it. I just have to have it. Toys are chewed to pieces. I bring envelopes to my bed and tear them apart, enjoying every moment.

Today, I found the label from our package the other day. It was wonderfully sticky and smelled amazing. And what was more - it had my name on it!

I had only gotten halfway when mum decided to take it away. The pieces stuck to my mouth and my fur and she said she didn't want me to eat any. Completely unfair! It was MINE! There is no good picture of this, so you get me in disbelief.