Wednesday, June 2, 2010

My Dear Sweet Mickey Moo.

Please stop crawling on Mama with your fat crusty ass at 5 in the a.m. when Mama has to get up at 6 in the a.m..
Mama doesn't bother you when you are sleeping, you cat bastard. Well, sometimes she does. Sometimes Mama likes to call your name or shake the treat jar when you are snoring because the sight of you jumping  up and jiggling as you frantically run is hilarious. But my little muffin of cat, Mama has to sleep so she can work two jobs to pay for your fucking diabetic ass to eat your goddamned Fancy Feast and take naps all day on her beautiful comforter.
Mama loves you.
Now Mama feels bad because she just watched you miscalculate your jump onto the couch, and it looked like it poor beebee!  

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