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There are times-such as these-that I miss owning a fuzzypuffy kitty with cute paws. I miss walking into my apartment after an honest day's work and seeing Mr. Fuzzypuffy lounging on the couch. His hair perfectly coiffed; his body contorted into a perfect doughnut for sleeping. I also miss verbally harassing that kitty for being a nonproductive contributor to the household. "Damn you kitty, did you even LOOK for a job today? Did you even do any of the laundr...DAMMIT NO!"
But then my mind switches to the thought of owning a litter box in a small apartment and that kitty is no longer in my thoughts--the end.
But then my mind switches to the thought of owning a litter box in a small apartment and that kitty is no longer in my thoughts--the end.