Monday, August 15, 2005

I Live with a psycho Cat.

Thanks to my lovely wife, I am forced to share my house with a feline beast that completely hates me.

I don't know why I put up with this. But it has been stated plainly that if anything happens to her...I die.

And I just KNOW that this psycho cat is secretly planning my death. I can see it in the way she stares at me.

The things is, I try to be nice. But this cat can tell that I am a dog person. They can smell it or something.

So if you never hear from me again. You can probably guess what happened.

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