Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for September 22, 2005

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"Look at ya, rummaging through the trash like a dog! We didn't even have trash to rummage through when I was your age. We had to rummage in gravel." "But did we complain? NO! The cheap food we were given rotted our teeth and kept us quiet!" "We didn't have all this fancy anti-plaque food. We had to chew on steel wool!" "You're only five years older than me, Cat Cat." "Boy, I remember a time when you couldn't buy cat food in pouches! It came in what we called 'cans'!"