Is there something about me that screams "PISS ON ME, PLEASE!?" Because there seems to be. And then, since pissing in my bed isn't good enough, Mr. Peterson took a sh!t BEHIND the effing litterbox, on the carpet. I woke up late yesterday, barely getting here on time and woke up late last week, so I've been up since 5:00 since I was too scared if
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