My caretakers came home tonight with a little black fur-ball. Don’t like him. Don’t like him at all. The twerp’s what… less than a couple months old? They’re gonna have to potty-train the little puke and probably de-worm him like, maybe a couple hundred times!
Who knows where that twerp has been…. probably has rabies. I’m giving him the “evil-eye” and..oh, wait… a mouse toy. I am gonna show him who’s boss around…wait! hungry, hmmm.. There’s the food. Nom nom nom nom nom. What, was I talking about? Oh, yes. I’m taking a nap. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.