Gracias to all ob you who made polide soyyestions abou' a feedhair automateec or help-myselb feedhair. The las' worn ees a goo' idea: The las' time the Wooman tried thees, I helped myselb. Eed was grade. You bomp eed, eed delleebhairs pelleds. So I bompa bompa bompa teell eed was empty. Then I pass' oud.
Also, I hab eencluded leenk to ole' pose' abou' the Feedhair. Notice my spelleen' has changed ober time. I eemprobe, I try. You see, I hab a forgheen' feedhair!
I had a depribe' keeddenhoo'. Ees why I need to ead. Lighe the Wooman, she was stress' yesserday, immediate she buy a packade ob Doritos an' ead them all while she ees sharpeen'. Peeg. Ees therapy. Pelleds are therapy too. Carbohydrades agains' homelessness, lighe I wornce neearly was een the days ob cadgeen' rattons to orn my leebeen' arn the Lower Eas' Side, an then bein' deported to Staten Island afthair I gard eento fighd weeth a car whad broghe my jaw. You shoul' dab seen the car.
Staten Island ees penal colony por gatos. An' Beence.
Here ees peecture of Feedhair, wheech fed me four meals when they wor een Fire! Island las' mornth. I push thad Feedhair frarm worn side ob the apar'men to the order, to ged all the meals worntime. Deedn't work. Eed's muy strong. More than me....
I yam geddeen' weagh. I need mas pelleds.