The Chip Man is no more.
I know you have all known the man in my house as the Chip Man but I can not call him that name any longer. I will now call him the Toy Man because he likes to play with me. I shall tell you the tale of how this has come to be.
One day this week when the Toy Man came home from work to see Meowmy at lunch he brought some chips. Thinking how much I love potato chips (hence why I called him the Chip Man) he decided to give me one. He picked a nice meezer-sized-morsel and came over to me placing the tidbit upon the carpet.
I sniffed. I sniffed so close that my nose touched the item which made me lick my nose. Oh the horror! I gagged! I gagged as hard as Meowmy on Sunday. My mouth was wide and my little body convulsed. I was repulsed by this chip. I looked up at the Toy Man horrified that he would try to poison me. You know what he did? He fell back on the couch and laughed so hard he almost choked. And laughed. And laughed.
So he is no longer the Chip Man. He is the Toy Man.