The cat goes by many names. But as of today, it gets a new one. Side-Stripe.
I can hear the Little Bitch right now as I type up this post. He's meowing because his tooth hurts. You ask why? Well, I was in California last week visiting Dave and I wasn't home to witness the quality cat handling skills of his keeper.
But when I got back, it turns out that Fuck Face had a busted tooth that had to be extracted. For reasons unknown. But I would give it a rough estimate that Side-Stripe's keeper fails to brush his teeth. Why? You take a guess. (I'll give you a hint, his name starts with DJ.)
Allegedly, the cat needed to be put under in order to extract the tooth. What a pussy.
And in order to do that, they had to give him a side-stripe in order to inject him with drugs. At the whopping cost of something like $400. It was probably worth it to put him down. (It would have definitely saved lots of people a lot of time and money.)
But no. Instead of having a useless cat that sheds and does nothing but make a mess. There now resides a cat in my house that sheds, does nothing, makes a mess and has a stupid ass Side-Stripe.
Seriously?
Yeah... Switzerland.
1 comment:
Ha ha, Joey! I rejoice in your pain!
Tim
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