get out of there cat. you are not a shirt.
get out of there cat. just calm down. that’s not a straight jacket.
get out of my bra cat. i already have two boobs and i don’t need a furry third one. i will cuddle you later when i finish studying.
get out of there cat. that is not a kitten tent. it is my chest.
get out of the cat. you can’t even name any Iron Maiden albums or members.
take that off cat. you are not a build-a-bear. you do not need to wear clothes.
get out of that shirt cat. you don’t need fashionable clothes to look cute. in fact you don’t need clothes at all!
how did you get in there without waking me up? and how long have you been doing this?
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get out of there cat. my boobs are not your personal pillows.
get out of there cat. these are my pajamas. now my torso’s all scratched, along with my arms and legs.
except for the cat hair in my cookies.
get off of there cat. how can i be metal with you getting your fur all over my slayer shirt? also, you cannot be more metal than me that would just be sad, so get off of there right meow.
get out of there cat. you don’t belong in my shirt you are a cat. cats don’t even need shirts!
get out of there cat. you are not a heat pad. you will not sore my tired muscles…unless you’re going to do some kneading while you’re in there.