Your pet cat called.

It detests you, it cannot stand you.
It does not care to understand you.

Your cat wants to bury you and leave with your nuts.
with knees like swiss cheese and a pack of Marlboros in your butt.



Those dope ass mother-effin' rhymes were unfortunately rooted in fact, you see. Your cat wishes you would be out of its life forever. It fantasizes thousands upon thousands of scenarios that ultimately result in your doom or disappearance. Have you even taken a moment out of your day to pet Albert Whiskers (this is the name of your cat) or even acknowledge that he means universes to you? Talk to Albert Whiskers and you shall resolve the issue and be free to study all of the varieties of birds that you desire.

You are a true and absolute tangerine in jean shorts.

Who? You, cherished reader of this little McScribble. That's who.

PS: Your cat actually tolerates you, it likely doesn't desire to shove Marlboros up your butt.

ew who the fuck owns a cat. cats are for faggots who live alone & niggas who need a distraction for their annoying ass clingy girlfriends.

but the first part of your post is accurate. anyone who owns a cat should know they are hated by it & only tolerated because they feed it.

cats are the worst thing a person could invite into their house besides Black Eyed Kids.

Well written.