posted on May, 21 2011 @ 09:23 AM
reply to post by Swizzy
I had a cat with the cunning name Puss.
Puss was clever like Stephen Hawkings, but with claws.
He used to sit on my lap, dribbling, and if I used to try and move he would stick his razor sharp claws into my legs until I sat sill again or would
jump up, run up my shoulders and stick his claws into the top of my head - so that he was like a very painful hat as a punishment for disobeying his
'no movement, commands.
He was like a suburban Rambo - any living thing smaller than a pony that dared enter his turf would be hunted down and ruthlessly exterminated.
Any other cat that entered his garden would be attacked in a way that would make the mafia proud.
It was his turf alone and he defended it like an LA Cripp defends his street corner.
He was one mean, gang banging, feline, bad ass cat mofo.
Respect to my dead hommie !
Cat bangers Never Die !
edit on 21-5-2011 by leejohnbarnes because: (no reason given)