Oh, that cat, the loved one. He's little- actually, he's just a baby. He's cute! He is so...awesome! The perfect cat?
Well...everyone think he's adorable! But to be sincere...HE'S THE PURE EVIL, MAN! Evil mind!
I have some stuffed toys in my room. That cat seems to know that, he smell that, HE WANT TO KILL THEM! I cannot let them alone with this f***ing cat! I'm afraid I'll come home and they'll have their hearts ripped by those evil-cute claws!
He's evil, man, evil. He hates me! He bite me because I don't want he near them! He run away from me when I call him. He probably sings that old song, "It Wasn't Me" from Shaggy (luv dat song), to my mother.
And the worst is yet to come...HE WANTS TO SLEEP IN MY ROOM! No, no, no, no, no, no! NO! What can I possibly do?!
I'll kill myself, that's for sure! I can't deal with this guy anymore