Author's Note: Thank you to NatashaRostof and Savin for their kind reviews! (No, you probably don't want to know where "I Like Cats" came from, Savin. :D)

I have been neglecting my writing over the summer. Bad PeachPawz. For shame.

The armadillo was baking a cheesecake. "La la la," he grumbled.

Halfway through baking, however, he was met with a problem: "I don't have any pickles for the cake."

So he went to the store and strode up to the counter. "Do you sell pickles here?' he asked the giraffe at the counter.

The giraffe snorted. "Like a cat's got whiskers. In other words, no."

"But cats do have whiskers," protested the armadillo ('Army' to his friends).

"I know."

"You just said you don't sell pickles."

"So what?"

"Never mind," sighed Army. So he went home and ordered a pizza.