Hi everyone, Katie here.
I've always been curious about that salty, sweet, meat-like substance in the funny shaped cans. Spam. Rhymes with ham, lamb, clam. Shabam. It MUST be good.
With a little artistic flair, I suppose you could even sculpt a cat out of spam.
But for the past two days, Facebook has disagreed. They don't think Spam is nearly as sweet. In fact, they called my blog "SPAMMY." They wouldn't even let me post links to my blog on my OWN Facebook page.
Is it a coincidence that this happened on the same day I donned my pink g-string with the dollar bill? I don't think so. The same has happened to other cats that weren't wearing anything nearly as racy.
Well thank Cod, everything appears to be back to normal. G-string and all. So I'm celebrating with a few fun Spammy facts.
DID YOU KNOW...
There is a Spam Museum right here in Minnesota!
If it's too sunny inside the museum,
you can pick up a pair of Spam Shades.
There's even a Spam Fan Club.
Not nearly as popular as MY fan club. But that's what you get for canned meat without an expiration date.