Most of us pray for the life of a cat, but being an unemployed writer I'm not far off. We eat when we want, sleep during the days and play all night. My little pussy may be the only one I know that's a picky eater (even after she's lapped up some spilled liquor) which is odd for any pussy. The only difference is that if you annoy me I won't piss on your favorite shit... oh no... wait... I have done that. Don't touch the tummy she doesn't like it and neither do pregos (they don't). I think my cat may be a little retarded because she can't catch flies. Well catching isn't the problem, its that they move too fast for her so after a few seconds she's left looking confused like a transgender at a public restroom. I also don't run for no reason, I might have been known to stride on occasion but that's strictly in a whimsical manner. The main similarity is...don't pester us because we'll just fucking leave. Our lives have no time for your bullshit.
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