The main goddamned Evil Cat drug her claws across the toe of my best cowboy boots today when I was at work. What in the hell was she thinking? I mean, she's pretty fucking smart for a cat - comes when I call her, moves when I kick her - but she seems to take a perverse delight in destroying my stuff.
I swear, as soon as I find her I'm gonna use her for target practice.
YOU have a CAT?
ReplyDeleteAh, now it all makes sense.
"Sunshine", pajamas, and a little kitty. The guns/ammo/fishing talk was all a front. Those photos titled "Gotta Be California" are really your close friends, right?
I can't believe I fell for it all.
Ahhh shit.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'll cop to it. I have TWO Evil Cats, left here by my ex. I can't bear to take 'em to the pound and LulaBelle won't let me FedEx 'em to her.
Damn, busted again.
No comment on the rest of the accusations.