Cat Scratch Fever!
That damn cat is in my lap right now. Everytime I type, it fucking messes it up. I'm so pissed at it right now. I got it some food and carried it and him down stairs. As I did, it fucking snuck its claws right into my neck. I think it's infected. The pain was so bad, it made my drop the bowl of food all over the stairs. I called it a douche bag right to it's face.
But I guess this cat is cool, kinda. It was watching the tv as I played grand theft auto. Its facinated by violence. I like to hold it and pretend I'm a bond villian. "Hello, Mr. Bond." I'm sure the whole cat race is plotting agaisnt us, though. I don't know how, but we all better be cautious.
That fucking cat just bit me.
But I guess this cat is cool, kinda. It was watching the tv as I played grand theft auto. Its facinated by violence. I like to hold it and pretend I'm a bond villian. "Hello, Mr. Bond." I'm sure the whole cat race is plotting agaisnt us, though. I don't know how, but we all better be cautious.
That fucking cat just bit me.