i heard about this real cute piece of cat-ass. the chic had 7 toes. i can't even imagine how that would feel on my belly. i'm purring in my pants just thinking about it. but things just haven't been the same since that fucker in the white coat slipped me a mickey and i passed out. i'm not sure what happened, but when i woke up i was sore as hell and now there's a lot more room down there when i go and lick my ass. gross, but that's what we cats do. you know you would try if you could. and lemme tell ya, my ass is clean. squeaky. but i digress. i'd like to meet that 7-toed chic, all those fucking cheap ass asians that use my cousin's in their restaurants so i can claw their eyes out. but honestly, i don't have much love for most street cats. they're disease ridden, garbage eatin, rude-ass sons of bitches. i mean, all you gotta do is show a little love, and someone will take you home and feed you and love you and pet you and call you george.i'd also like to meet giata delaurentis, paula deen (i bet that bitch has some mean scraps), jeff corwin, R.I.P steve irwin, the dalai lama, dr. seuss, frank stallone, and the guy who plays big pussy bompensiero on sopranos.