What is a meme?

I've been tagged. For a meme.

I know what being tagged is, it's like wearing a collar or that microchip thing in my neck; I know it's there, but I can't see it, can't taste it. In other words, it's not worth being a good boy for. But since That Girl tells me that xp was the one who tagged me, I'll pay attention!

1) I've been on a diet. And it shows. Woe is me.
2) I'm secretly learning how to break into tupperwares. That will solve the diet problem.
3) These humans weren't my first family. They'll be my last family though.
4) I found my first not-suppose-to-be-white white hair recently. My vet says I look more distinguished. This is why she's allowed to touch my "treasured possessions". She understands. She also has a lot of suppose-to-be-black blonde hair.
5) I swallow things better and faster than Zoe Tay. I gulp.
6) I love The Food Woman more than freedom, and cheese more than The Food Woman. Why be hungry and free? Cuddled and full is better.
7) I have nipples. 10 nipples.

8) I don't know what a meme is... And there's no one else to tag except Latte. And maybe that Lab down the street. But we haven't really been on sniffing terms, not since I pee-ed in his face anyway.

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