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| Who's Your Daddy? |
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| Even Siamese cats need a forum to be heard. In this case, I'm putting all my frustrations on a web page whilst the poor bastard is sleeping and choking in cool pools of drool. Well, first of all, I'm Nima The Asthmatic Siameesa. I need meds twice daily, but sometimes the medication really messes with my mind. When I'm doped up, I get loopy and lose all sense of where I'm going to spew. I get back at my "daddy" by letting loose on his bed, unintentionally, of course. The best part is vomitting in the morning when he's in a hurry to go to work. Meow! Meow! Meow! That's "LOL" in cat lingo. |
| Another great thing about being his kid is that I make him feel like a fast-food worker. Everyday, when he doesn't forget to clean my litter box, he's scooping up the hamburger patties, hot dogs, chicken butt nuggets, and sometimes the little chocolate kisses I leave behind when I have an accident before I can make it to my bathroom. What can I do? I'm just a cat. I am greatful he got me out of death row though. After being there for only six days, I don't know how longer I could have handled being locked up if it weren't for him. He does spoil me a lot and I'm a big part of his personal life. I mean, let's face it. I'm the only pussy he'll be playing with for awhile. Meow! Meow! Meow! And while you're reading this, you're listening to "The Cat From Ipa-Nima". |
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| <--- Click on my head to hear me complain |
| <--- Click on my head to hear more complaints |
| But before I continue on about what a great guy he really is, can you believe this silly cowgirl hat he made me wear for this picture? I don't know what's going on in his crazy little noodle brain, but somethin's not right. I don't even like the leather harness with spikes he bought me at the swap meet. I'd rather wear something like a vampire outfit to compliment my fangs if he wants to play dress-me-up. Ugh. I really need to train him. One day, he'll learn. I hope. |