The Saga of Irwin Peppermint

Every morning, Irwin clears his throat to begin singing the world’s saddest song.  His voice fills up with every emotion possible, ranging from the sweetest innocent sound to the ravings of a mad man. His operatic song fills the house with intensity, drama.  All for what?  Well, Mr. Irwin P. lives in a rather simple world, an intense emotion-filled simple world.  For Irwin the most important thing in the world is his food dish and the status of that said food dish.  No matter how many times I consistently fed him or even when he still has food in his dish, Irwin sings the same song.  I am not sure a- why he just doesn’t check his bowl for food and b- why he seems to think that I wouldn’t feed him.  He is a little on the chucky side, but that in no way means that I would neglect to feed him.  Maybe his morning and afternoon aria isn’t really about food after all, maybe he is recounting his crazy ass dreams…le sigh.  One can only hope.