get out of there cat. i only met you yesterday and I’m not sure if I’m ready for this type of intimacy.
get off of there cat. you are not addicted to facebook. you are addicted to annoying me. how did you type my password??
cat, I’m trying to…no, twitter isn’t for - don’t give me that look. oh, fine. my twitter is your twitter.
get off of there cat. that is my birthday present, not yours. just because we don’t know exactly when your birthday is doesn’t mean we celebrate it every day of the year.
cat, you are prohibiting me from going on tumblr and that is not okay. remove yourself immediately.
get out of there cat. you’ve already eaten my sister’s mac charger to unchargeablity, don’t do the same to mine.
get out of there ca…wait. i did make this into a bed for you. so i guess you can be there. but don’t get any ideas about sleeping on my real computer.
get out of there cat. you cannot be in that bowl of fruit. clearly that bowl is not for you since it has fruit in it. and how did you get in under all that fruit anyway? that was some sneaky maneuvering cat.
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