Popsicles for Paws…
When my tail finally stops feeling like a putter, I’ll make sure the Skin-bag pays dearly for leaving me out all bloody night again and not getting home until 8 or so. The fact that I looked like some sort of feline version of Andy Warhol has left my reputation in the neighbourhood in tatters.
Skin-bag shall pay.
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