Yeah, basically πΉ
"Using my natural camouflage, combined with the human's dreadful taste in tacky pillows, I have finally achieved complete invisibility."
He has a bottomless stomach, and an all-consuming hunger.
Once he's done with me, I've little doubt he'll start luring neighbors over...
His primordial pouch is so huge, from a certain angle, he almost looks like he's pregnant πΈ
He is NOT a small cat, believe me; hence, his nickname, Mr Waddles πΉ
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I fell asleep on the couch, woke up to Singha glaring at me; I suspect he is beyond perturbed that I remain alive, as he was probably looking forward to a warm meal πΎ
Happy Birthday to her! π
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You know, such comments are INCREDIBLY disrespectful to those barrel-assed, coffee-swilling, donut-munching folks who...are supposed to protect & serve.
LMAO
Oh yeah, you're screwed.
Well...it was nice knowing you. I suspect future posts will be them posing as you ππΉ
Seen them in concert twice. Also, they did some underground raves to promote that album (allegedly; I couldn't say).
The first album I got by them was Confessions of a Knife, back in the days of vinyl.
It's just a quick taste test πΉ
Now for something a little different π
I'm familiar with that one, though I suspect these are more like Japanese Yokai: they're both #Bakenekos & will more likely kill & eat me then assume my form πΈπ€£
Agreed. They're a pair of furry little sociopaths, and the only thing they hunt for is *suckers* - like me.
Well; I fed them already, so probably won't see much of them until about 5-6am (because HEAVENS FORBID they go more than 6 hours without fewd ππΈ).
They're spoiled little brats...but I love them regardless.
It's like having a furry bowling ball on my chest.
I think he's trying to crush my ribcage
Fiat justitia ruat caelum