There has been an intervention in my house. The TP Intervention!
Every day I dutifully follow my two legged people into the room that has the special stash. Sometimes the roll is too big for my petite mouth but I still wait with anticipation for the sound of the end of the roll.
I need it, I want it, I must devour it.
I steel it when the roll is ready!
They chase me around the room saying “drop it“
… this is how I know it is the premo TP.
Alas they have cut me off. No more end of the roll fun, well at least not when they are looking!