Jimbo's first job was to scan the grocery stores and learn what everyone's favourite cat food brand was. Jimbo arrived at the local supermarket in style, wearing a leather jacket over his denim overalls and plain white shirt. He stepped through the doors of the grocery store but was stopped by the security guards.
"Sorry, sir, but you can't come in here. You aren't wearing shoes."
Jimbo just frowned. "But I am! They are the new style from Gucci called: invisiblaahh! They are verrryy French." Jimbo explained, trying to sound fancy.
"Well wearing proper shoes and covering that toe nail fungus is called discretion, and it's verrryyy French." The sassy security guard said.
Jimbo scoffed and ran as fast as he could past the security. He stopped at the cat food isle and studied the shoppers. One shopper was a crazy cat lady with grey whisky curly hair and ten cats in her trolley.
The cats are cute Jimbo noted.
He also noted that the lady chose the cheapest but highest quality brand. He wrote down the preferences and ran out of the store again, dodging the security guards and ignoring their yells.
It was then when he felt a rough hand grad his tiny shoulders.
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My Mate Jimbo!!!!
RomanceMy Mate Jimbo is a classic story of how Jimbo invented cat food and saved the day! Heartbreak, Love, anger, resentment, happiness. It doesn't stop for Jimbo.
