get out of there cat. you are not beer for me to drink. your name is Bender, but you’re not going to send me on one.
get out of there cat. you are not a party pack. you are a cat. your idea of a party is lying on the ground huffing catnip.
get out of there cat. you are not coors light. you are nowhere near as cold as the rockies, unless you’re talking about your ice-cold heart.
get out of there cat. you are not beer. you will not refresh me or make me drunk you are a cat. you just make me crazy.
get out of there cat. you are not a frost brew lined can of Coors Light. you are not cold certified you are a cat.
get out of there cat. you do not belong in that box. you are not light beer you are a cat. you won’t get me drunk at all but you certainly give me a headache.
I decided there is not enough internet space devoted to pictures of cats trying to fit into anything they can. So I have graciously decided to take on this challenge.
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