As I sleep i think of a euphoric kitty utopia with wall to wall carpeting laced with cat-nip, and cardboard boxes of all shapes and size's strewed about for all my little feline droogie's and myself to inhabit. But as this is the painfully honest, hard-wood floored real world, I'm sad to say I only have one box. Other's have come and gone and I was really sad, but I've realized you just can't have everything...and my one box will alway's be there, and be just fine. I like that! I'm not spayed so I'm preety darn frisky...ALOT!...I once had sex with a dog, he was a half Cha-Wa-Wa, half Jack Russle Terrier but ALL man honey! His name was Max I think.?????? Mice best be watchin' they step cause kitty dont play that shit. Wanna see who's hard you squeaky ass bitch's? Well, on the lighter side of thing's I feel as if I should be rubbed and scratched about 75% of the time i spend awake. You love it, I love it, everybody wins! It's cat's like me that make the stars glow every evening, meet me once and you'll know what i'm talkin' about. Newcomers, stay away from my ass and belly...I dont even know you like that. Work the face and we'll all be happy. Oh shit, my pop's just opened a can of wet food...got's to run.
