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macha
Look, cat. I love you. Really, I do. This is why you get to live after this morning.
See, I get to sleep somewhere in the 2-3AM range; even when I go to bed at midnight, I am usually sitting up in said bed reading. Therefore, coming in at 6 fucking AM and doing some sort of Hungarian folk dance on my head to express your undying MOMMY!love ≠ happyMOMMY!
This is why you were unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. The caterwauling BLAT! BLAT! BLAT! until I chucked you outside also did not endear you to me.
Three hours of sleep later and all most is now forgiven. We can cuddle and do our morning coffee thing together, as per usual.
Macha-Butt Strikes Again
Dearest Funk Even Now Wafting from Kitty Box,
Jesus Krispies, did you go to Cleveland before squirting out of my cat’s ass? The sulfur content of the stench is causing Thing2 to stagger around, wondering how he suddenly wound up on Venus.
I’d light you on fire but I am pretty sure the house would explode.
Ack,
~Bon
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