cat stew is not on my menu.
get out of there cat. you are not soup.
get out of there cat. you are not the ingredients for a delicious stew. but even if you were, you know we don’t cook.
get out of there cat. you are for petting, not for cooking in a stew.
get out of there cat. dinner is over, there’s nothing left in that pot for you.
get out of there cat. that is not cat nip and i cannot make cannabutter out of you.
get out of there cat. you are not a plant. you do not blossom beautifully in the sun.
get out of there cat. you do not have leaves and your incessant meowing is not the sound of a plant.
you are not fooling me. you have no petals.
get out of there cat. you are not adding curb appeal.
really, cat? this pot has been sitting empty for a few weeks now, then one piece of printer paper ends up inside and BAM, instant cat bed. what.
get out of there cat! you are not going to be soup. that would be silly.
get out of there cat. that may be much heavier than you but i have no doubt you could smatter it to pieces.
get out of there cat. bringing you to a rolling boil will not help cook my pasta.