get away from there cat. i know that my new digital art workstation did not come with a cat included.
get off of there cats. none of you are supposed to be on the table, let alone all four of you!
oh cat, you had so many comfy chairs to choose from … and you’ve settled down on the magazine table. cat logic.
you know, when the rest of us want to snooze in the dark, we just close the blinds and turn off a light.
get out of there cat!! you’re the worst supervisor of crafts since you’re the biggest threat and hazard to crafts! also how good can paper cranes even taste?
get off of there cat. you are not a maître d’. you are more like the unsolicited food taster.
on the toolbox and the pencil case on the table. good one cat. apparently someone doesn’t want me either drawing or building.
get out of there cat. in something, in something, and on something. so much is wrong here cat.
get off of there cat. you don’t even fit on that table or in that little patch of sunlight that you have found.
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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