I’m sorry, but I have no vices. I’m not addicted to anything at all, unless you count kibble, but that’s more of a staple isn’t it – I have to have kibble. Other than that, I’m not addicted to anything.
Of course, I shouldn’t forget chicken either. They boil up a chicken breast for me every once in a while and I really like that, though I don’t consider it an addiction.
Then there’s walkies – but that’s another have-to-have, isn’t it? It’s irrelevant that I also enjoy it.
And car rides. I suppose they could leave me at home – maybe I should suggest it some time – but it’s still not a vice.
Toys, too. I likes me toys – or does I – do I – since I always seem to be trying to destroy them. Hmmm.
Sleep? I seem to sleep quite a lot, so maybe I’m addicted to sleep. No, I don’t think so. I’m a busy little guy – I suspect sleep is just another necessity.
No. I’m a calm, cool, level-headed cucumber with no addictions, fetishes, fascinations, or vices of any kind. Unless you count sunshine. I do like to find a sunny spot and soak it all up.
I guess that’s it: I’m a vitamin C junkie.