effort whats the f...ing point
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Torn blue sky
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Here, I hope you gave it the lecture about running the cut and treating the place like a f*cking hotel when you got it back!
crystella333
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She's not sulking , she's plotting your downfall... 
noneedforaname
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I suggest teaching it who's boss, crap in it's litter tray
Torn blue sky
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I agree with this, i'd say s*it on the cat, but that might be misconstrued as "Un-PC"
Prophecy07
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He's not the only one who ate a cat. Check out this guy: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarrare
TL;DR, he was Gluttony from Full Metal Alchemist. He literally ate anything, including corpses, trash, dogs, cats, live eels and (allegedly) a toddler. Yes, really. He was always hungry and after he ate "visible fumes" would rise from his body.
And, because I love my cat and can't resist showing him off... Meet Nemo:
TL;DR, he was Gluttony from Full Metal Alchemist. He literally ate anything, including corpses, trash, dogs, cats, live eels and (allegedly) a toddler. Yes, really. He was always hungry and after he ate "visible fumes" would rise from his body.
And, because I love my cat and can't resist showing him off... Meet Nemo:
crystella333
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1...2....3.....
Awwwwww
well cute
Awwwwww
well cute
IdofEntity
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Prophecy07,
Diabolical little bugger, isn't it?
Diabolical little bugger, isn't it?
Master of fact
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Hes a looker! Hes also thinking, " i better be getting paid for this photoshoot"
Prophecy07
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@IdofEntity: Yes. Yes he is. Adorable though, and my best friend. I wasn't even a cat person before I ended up with him.
@Master of Fact: He did. Look closely, see that piece of black fuzz? That's the foam that comes in metal miniature blisters. He was holding some hostage on my bed. I had to go get the treat bag to get him off.
@Cassar: She's very pretty! I want to rub her belly, even though there's a very high chance that ends with me having my arms flayed to the bone.
Ah, I miss my cat. I haven't seen him for a year (he's living with a friend of mine at the moment). I get to go pick him up soon!
@Master of Fact: He did. Look closely, see that piece of black fuzz? That's the foam that comes in metal miniature blisters. He was holding some hostage on my bed. I had to go get the treat bag to get him off.
@Cassar: She's very pretty! I want to rub her belly, even though there's a very high chance that ends with me having my arms flayed to the bone.
Ah, I miss my cat. I haven't seen him for a year (he's living with a friend of mine at the moment). I get to go pick him up soon!
Torn blue sky
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HAH! When I saw the pic of your cat, Cass, all I could think was "MEEP MEEP!"!
JesterzUSMC
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JesterzUSMC
Recovering Megalomaniac
The Pet Diaries
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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now . .
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Excerpts from a Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now . .
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Prophecy07
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Hah! Those pet diaries are awesome. I agree with the cat though, as much as I love dogs I've never met one that wasn't just a touch retarded. "I just met you and I loooooove you!"
