cat. this is the millionth time i’ve caught you sitting in my seat. you have your own. also, you cannot hold and fork and twirl your spaghetti.
get out of there cat. we have talked about this before. you are perishable and therefore we can’t send you through the mail to florida. BECAUSEISAIDSO.
get out of there cat. you do not belong in that drawer. can’t you see that is for folded things only? when you bend all over every which way that does not count as folding. and now look there is going to be hair all over my clean tablecloths. this must be another one of your ways of sneaking your fur into my food.
get off of there cat. that is not a cat bed it is a sombrero. you do not want to stroll down the streets on cinco de mayo drinking tequila and pretending like you are Mexican. people will just shake their heads at you and say “he shouldn’t have drank the worm…”