I hate you.
Yesterday was my birthday. In human years, I am 5.
In cat years, I am perfect.
The humans attempted to present some sort of offering in celebration of this most joyous day, my day of birth. It was crude and unwanted, but since I am their supreme monarch and they are my minions, I blessed them and their simple gift with a twitch of my whiskers.
Happy Birthday to me. And Happy Birthday to me to you, for I have allowed you to live.
Today, I pity you for you are not me.
Blue
1 comment:
you suck.. even more on your birthday, satan
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