get out of there cat. you can’t even use an ab lounger. you don’t care about fitness- You’re 21 pounds.
get out of there cat. you are not a beautiful, blossoming flower. and don’t eat them either.
get off of there cat. i know my cooking smells good but smashing your head repeatedly into the screen still won’t guilt me into giving you any of it.
if you pop that air mattress you’re gonna be in trouble. that is not there for you to play on.
oh, cat. We all want to touch Ninth Doctor but you are a cat. you cannot even get in a TARDIS. the only place you’d want to time travel to is a time where you can eat dinner, over and over.
actually that doesn’t sound so bad.
cat, i could step on you to reach the top shelf, but i somethow don’t think that would end well for either of us.
get out of there cat. remember what happened last time you got caught in the laundry basket?
get out of there cat. you’re too big to be in a sling. i’ve already made an appointment with the chiropractor.
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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