Meowsie needs to get some balls.
And I don't mean the kind you chase down the hall either.
I'm a cat who was living with twenty other cats when one day a blond lady said she wanted me because I was orange. Now I live with her and her husband. I am a good and faithful orange cat, who used to live in Texas, and I have a lot to say. Like where in the heck am I now anyway???? I'd like to meet you, but remember, look, but don't touch. I'm still a little bit feral, and I'm not afraid to draw blood. Ask anyone around here. They know.
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Meowsie says "They made me do it. I got treats. So there. It's all about the treats."
Ouch! Poor Meowsie. Methinks he doth protest too little!
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