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I voted cats. Cats are cool and devious.
Dogs, you sea-faring ruffian...
Read this, if you dare
Got this from another forum, it seriously brought a tear to my eye, as a pet lover. Had dogs/cats/fish/birds and bunnies all my life...
Read this, if you dare
Got this from another forum, it seriously brought a tear to my eye, as a pet lover. Had dogs/cats/fish/birds and bunnies all my life...
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A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan incredibly took out a US $7,000 full page ad in the paper to present the HOW COULD YOU?
By Jim Willis, 2001
How Could You?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. ...
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
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A Note from the Author:
----------------------------
If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Jim Willis
By Jim Willis, 2001
How Could You?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. ...
Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago.
At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago.
She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself --a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
----------------------------
A Note from the Author:
----------------------------
If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. Jim Willis
dude no need to go spoil a light hearted poll with that sad story
/me go 
the bastard
I voted dogs, at least they serve a purpose by 'protecting' my house from baddies. All my cat does is lie in the sun or scowl at me.
That was a sad story indeed..I was always a doglover and always will be..
Dogs just seem so understanding...
Dogs just seem so understanding...
I love cats. My cat back in SA rules. she would come outside to greet us when we got home, showed affection etc.
and she also ambushes our dogs when they walk by in the passage. she would lie in wait in one of the bedrooms and as a dog came by she would tackle them
and she also ambushes our dogs when they walk by in the passage. she would lie in wait in one of the bedrooms and as a dog came by she would tackle them
QUOTE( HowlinMadMurdoc @ 15 Nov 2005 @ 04:23 PM )
dude no need to go spoil a light hearted poll with that sad story
Doing my best to swing the vote... with a 'sympathy' vote
QUOTE(capn @ 15 Nov 2005 @ 06:33 PM )
I voted dogs, at least they serve a purpose by 'protecting' my house from baddies. All my cat does is lie in the sun or scowl at me.
Maybe your cat thinks it's doing the same (as your dog)... you baddie
*Murdoc hopes that the ladies will side with him
I voted cats. Dogs are braindead.
"Cats make you work to earn their affection, but dogs are emotionally shallow animals" -Robert De Niro (Meet the Parents)
I think that pretty much sums it up for me.
I think that pretty much sums it up for me.
True, cats need to earn your respect, and thus you respect them in turn. Dogs will respect anything that feeds them. Nuff said!
I voted for Cats as well.
QUOTE(Heir_of_Isildur @ Nov 15 2005, 10:48 PM)
QUOTE(capn @ 15 Nov 2005 @ 06:33 PM )
I voted dogs, at least they serve a purpose by 'protecting' my house from baddies. All my cat does is lie in the sun or scowl at me.
Maybe your cat thinks it's doing the same (as your dog)... you baddie
Haha, I didn't think of it like that!
I voted for dogs, because if I were forced to choose, I simply prefer them as a pet. If I had the choice to, as in if this poll had an option for "both", I'd pick it. I wouldn't mind having a dog and a cat. Two pets are better than one, no? Though I guess that's something for another debate. In any case, I wish to clarify some things and hopefully enlighten a few people in this thread who are displaying blatant ignorance and simply perpetuating common lore and myth.
Dogs are for some reason still frequently put down or labelled as "stupid" when compared to cats for some unfathomable reason. Is loyalty a stupid quality? Is obedience a dumb trait? Why are these the only two things people pick up on about dogs when there are so many other reasons why, if you're approaching the prospect of a pet from a value perspective for instance, a dog would beat a cat paws down?
All dogs possesses the capacity to learn complex social behaviour and to interpret varied body language and sounds. Like many other predators, they can react to and learn from novel situations and experiences. The requirements of co-ordinating complex social behaviour demands that they have the ability to sense and deliver a wide variety of cues via body language, more so than for even humans, who can use language for the same purpose.
Physiologically, this correlates with such features as a large number of nerves innervating the facial muscles of dogs, allowing subtle control of a wide variety of facial expressions; in contrast to cats, for instance, who have many fewer nerves governing their facial muscles, resulting in a smaller repertoire or "vocabulary" of expressions available to them. This ability to read and deliver non-verbal cues makes dogs expert at reading human beings often better than other humans can, who rely on language.
Dogs can also be trained to perform and provide a wealth of services in conjunction to simply being a pet: guide dogs are invaluable companions to blind or otherwise partially incapacitated people. They can learn and obey a variety of verbal commands and sometimes even gestures as well in order to perform in their task as a seeing-eye dog or a dog capable of doing certain things that their human companion cannot.
Police dogs can assist in the apprehension of criminals and literally sniff out others attempting to smuggle contraband into a secure area such as an airport. Dogs can sense danger and are able, and as documented in many cases in the past, to warn their human companions of danger. Some dogs have even saved people before by somehow understanding and managing in getting other people to come over and help someone in danger.
What exactly can a cat do other than be a seemingly domesticated pet? Catch mice and rats? They can't round up sheep, can they? Your experiences with your cat may typically vary, since no animal is alike, but generally cats tend to ignore you if you call them by some name you've given them and can't really be trained to do anything other than performing amusing little tricks. They certainly have the capacity to learn and would probably require less patience and training than certain breeds of dogs but they possess neither the strength nor the loyalty to perform many of the work and sport related activities that dogs can. Could a cat fetch the morning newspaper?
Dogs are for some reason still frequently put down or labelled as "stupid" when compared to cats for some unfathomable reason. Is loyalty a stupid quality? Is obedience a dumb trait? Why are these the only two things people pick up on about dogs when there are so many other reasons why, if you're approaching the prospect of a pet from a value perspective for instance, a dog would beat a cat paws down?
All dogs possesses the capacity to learn complex social behaviour and to interpret varied body language and sounds. Like many other predators, they can react to and learn from novel situations and experiences. The requirements of co-ordinating complex social behaviour demands that they have the ability to sense and deliver a wide variety of cues via body language, more so than for even humans, who can use language for the same purpose.
Physiologically, this correlates with such features as a large number of nerves innervating the facial muscles of dogs, allowing subtle control of a wide variety of facial expressions; in contrast to cats, for instance, who have many fewer nerves governing their facial muscles, resulting in a smaller repertoire or "vocabulary" of expressions available to them. This ability to read and deliver non-verbal cues makes dogs expert at reading human beings often better than other humans can, who rely on language.
Dogs can also be trained to perform and provide a wealth of services in conjunction to simply being a pet: guide dogs are invaluable companions to blind or otherwise partially incapacitated people. They can learn and obey a variety of verbal commands and sometimes even gestures as well in order to perform in their task as a seeing-eye dog or a dog capable of doing certain things that their human companion cannot.
Police dogs can assist in the apprehension of criminals and literally sniff out others attempting to smuggle contraband into a secure area such as an airport. Dogs can sense danger and are able, and as documented in many cases in the past, to warn their human companions of danger. Some dogs have even saved people before by somehow understanding and managing in getting other people to come over and help someone in danger.
What exactly can a cat do other than be a seemingly domesticated pet? Catch mice and rats? They can't round up sheep, can they? Your experiences with your cat may typically vary, since no animal is alike, but generally cats tend to ignore you if you call them by some name you've given them and can't really be trained to do anything other than performing amusing little tricks. They certainly have the capacity to learn and would probably require less patience and training than certain breeds of dogs but they possess neither the strength nor the loyalty to perform many of the work and sport related activities that dogs can. Could a cat fetch the morning newspaper?
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What exactly can a cat do other than be a seemingly domesticated pet? Catch mice and rats? They can't round up sheep, can they? Your experiences with your cat may typically vary, since no animal is alike, but generally cats tend to ignore you if you call them by some name you've given them and can't really be trained to do anything other than performing amusing little tricks.
Which is why i like cats. They appear more intelligent and is more independent than dogs. And also a cat will come get attention whet it wants to, and will come to you when it wants to. Just some personality traits that i really appreciate, since i am one of those people that don't like it when people tell me what to do.
plz cat's are walking PMS's
Dogs FTW!
Dogs FTW!
From The Dogs Daily Diary:
8:00 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
9:30 am Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favourite!
9:40 am Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favourite!
10:30 am Oh Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My Favourite!
11:30 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
Noon Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favourite!
1:00 pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favourite!
4:00 pm Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favourite!
5:00 pm Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
5:30 pm Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favourite!
6:00 pm Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favourite!
6:30 pm Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My favourite!
8:30 pm Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's Bed! My Favourite!
From The Cats Daily Diary:
Day 183 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at
the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once
again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair; must try this on
their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body
in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try
to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about
what a good little cat I was.
Hmmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the
noise and smell of food. More importantly, I overheard that my
confinement was due to my power of "allergies". I must learn what this
is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives
are flunkies and maybe snitches. The Dog is routinely released and
seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The
bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant.
He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every
move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
8:00 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
9:30 am Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favourite!
9:40 am Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favourite!
10:30 am Oh Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My Favourite!
11:30 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
Noon Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favourite!
1:00 pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favourite!
4:00 pm Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favourite!
5:00 pm Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
5:30 pm Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favourite!
6:00 pm Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favourite!
6:30 pm Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My favourite!
8:30 pm Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's Bed! My Favourite!
From The Cats Daily Diary:
Day 183 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.
The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild
scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.
Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while
they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at
the top of the stairs.
In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once
again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair; must try this on
their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body
in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try
to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about
what a good little cat I was.
Hmmmm, not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the
noise and smell of food. More importantly, I overheard that my
confinement was due to my power of "allergies". I must learn what this
is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives
are flunkies and maybe snitches. The Dog is routinely released and
seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The
bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant.
He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every
move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.
But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...
I have a chocolate point Siamese. I got her for my 4th birthday, and we've been crazy about eachother since the beginning.
She's extremely intelligent. To me, she's more of a human being than a cat and I think she feels the same way.
So she's 15 years old now - Siamese generally live to 20-odd years. I'm just going to enjoy these last years with her. I will miss her so much when she dies, and I can guarantee that I will get myself a chocolate point Siamese when I move outta this house.
Aww they're the best.
Don't get me wrong - I love dogs two, I've had two Alsations and a Yorkshire Terrier, and they are awesome and brilliantly clever, but nothing can beat my Suzy.
She's extremely intelligent. To me, she's more of a human being than a cat and I think she feels the same way.
So she's 15 years old now - Siamese generally live to 20-odd years. I'm just going to enjoy these last years with her. I will miss her so much when she dies, and I can guarantee that I will get myself a chocolate point Siamese when I move outta this house.
Aww they're the best.
Don't get me wrong - I love dogs two, I've had two Alsations and a Yorkshire Terrier, and they are awesome and brilliantly clever, but nothing can beat my Suzy.
I hate them both.
Dogs are dumb and bark at night at shit, which really pisses me off.
Cats are arrgogant and will lie right in your path and not move, as if they own the house YOU bought.
Dogs and cats will abandon you at the first sight of a better meal ticket.
I only like wild animals.
Dogs are dumb and bark at night at shit, which really pisses me off.
Cats are arrgogant and will lie right in your path and not move, as if they own the house YOU bought.
Dogs and cats will abandon you at the first sight of a better meal ticket.
I only like wild animals.
cool quote from bash.org:
cats > *
QUOTE
<jackal-> someone guess what my cat will type when i drop it on my keyboard
<jackal-> hello i'm a very intelligent cat, save me from my cruel master and free me from this prison
<jackal-> omg
<jackal-> bad cat
<jackal-> hello i'm a very intelligent cat, save me from my cruel master and free me from this prison
<jackal-> omg
<jackal-> bad cat
cats > *
Someone guess what my cat will type when i drop it on the keyboard...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuCk oFFFfffffFffFFFFFf
That's all my cat ever says...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuCk oFFFfffffFffFFFFFf
That's all my cat ever says...
cat with attitude.
It's a doggy dog's world. You got that?
biach slap the cat!
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