A. Conversation With Myself

February 27, 2007 § 5 Comments

B. Feed cats
C. Walk away
D. Return five minutes later

E. Me: Hey, is this food? (inspecting blob on kitchen floor) Is this puke? What the hell? I just fed you. You can’t eat and then walk more than six inches away from the dish to throw it up? Why eat if you’re just going to puke? Who are you, Kate Fucking Moss? Katharine Fucking McPhee? You suck, tabby.

Seriously, pets = le suck.

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