Choco's Story

Here is the story of his life.
I uses to drive an ice cream truck. One day a kid came up to the truck with one of those large white US mail boxes and asked me if I wanted a cat. As I was getting a fudgeicile for a little girl. I said that we already had on and besides I would have to ask my wife first. Then I look into that box and there he was. A small black furry ball. His eyes were swollen and pussy. then it sneezed. I know that if I did not take this cat that he would die soon. So the only time I ever swore I said "give me the damn cat" Well he was sick and about 4 week old. I had to give him meds and mix wet cat food with Kmar (a milk based product) in order to keep in alive. Well I had to do that three times a day so I had to take him to work with me. I had all the kids on the route vote on a name for him. It came down to two. 1. Smoky 2. Choco Taco the Ice cream Kitty. So I pick Choco. The moms really like the cat. remember when your kids would ask? "mom can I have an ice cream?" "no" "please mom" "NO" "MOM I want ice cream" "I said NO and I mean NO" "mom can I go and pet the cat?" " Yes please go and pet the Cat" Kids would line up some would buy something and others would just pet Choco. Well after 2 years the health inspector found his litter box in the back of my truck and I was told that I could not have an animal. Everyone was sad that Choco was no-longer there. So I gave a free ice Cream to ever kid that gave me a letter to the local news paper. I send in over 74 letters. They came to write an article. I told them the reason that I did it was that I could not think of a better opportunity to teach young kids that there option count. The head line on the front page read. Choco gets evicted from ice cream truck.