My cat
My cat is the noisiest eater I have encountered. I stared at her - she looked up from her bowl and said, "myaaaaaaaaaaa." Not meow. Not mew. Myaaaaaaaaaaa.
Now she's jumped up on the couch. She smells like cat food. I try to pet her. She says, "myaaaaaaaaaaa" and then burps. Such a lady. She surveys her realm and swishes her tail contentedly. It must be great to be a cat.
Now she's jumped up on the couch. She smells like cat food. I try to pet her. She says, "myaaaaaaaaaaa" and then burps. Such a lady. She surveys her realm and swishes her tail contentedly. It must be great to be a cat.
posted by Me at 22:05
1 Comments:
No work.
No taxes.
Sleep as desired.
Look pretty.
Be mysterious.
Purr when you feel like it,
hiss when you don't.
Be the center of attention.
Be a recluse.
Leave hair everywhere.
Be catty and get away with it.
I guess being a cat means never having to say you're sorry.
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