My cat’s name is Mr. Dog, and My penis’ name is Mr. Beaver. Ah, but that’s life, no?
Sleep in my arms like a little cat; I love your snoring and your smell.
Wait a minute. Wait just a hairball kakking minute.
When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up.
Where are you, bloodsuckers? Here, fangy, fangy, fangy…
how can you love a little catso muchin such ashortshorttime?
My queen, his thoughts said reverently.My ass, I didn’t reply out loud.
I have a Siamese twin cat. It’s got 2 heads and 18 lives.
There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
I’m putting the finishing touches on a cat. I love petting.
Cats are like walking brooms you can actually comfortably cuddle with.