If there aren’t cat puns within the first five minutes, I’m demanding my money back.
We stand by our record; the company we keep demands no less.
Master of mind control, your tiny ruler demands feeding, belly rubs.
Kitty Pron
I like to do it at home.
Bystanders on the corner of O’Farrell and Stockton are rendered incapable of all but the simplest of vowel sounds.
The resonant sound of San Francisco will now be "awwwwwwwwwwww!"
No, less “Ahhhhhhhh!” and maybe more “auuuuuu.”
One for you and a friend. Or, one for you to break and release the spirit of the demon kitty inside.
The other maybe in the bathroom?
Drugs+youth.
Crassly emulating countless other tumblrs in my attempt to get into the good graces of the house-sat kitty.
