Friday the 13th Unlucky for Local Black Cat
Last Friday the 13th, while other black kitties were out crossing humans' paths and giving them seven years of bad luck, I was in the kitty prison, otherwise known as the Wichita Cat Hospital. Nehad had just spent two days de-furring his place so he went on strike.
As usual I hissed at all the other cats, and they had to cover my cell with a blanket because I kept howling.
After mom bailed me out, the vet gave me a prescription for Prozac, which isn't half bad. I make mom give it to me in tuna juice. She thought she could put it in kitty treats, but I smelled it. I'm so much smarter than her. So now I get fresh fish every night. Mom is complaining about the cost of human tuna, but I think if she's going to dope up her sweet little kitty, she better give me the best.
It's all good though. I sat down with my calculator and figured out how many years of bad luck mom is going to have. Since I've been crossing her path many times a day for a whole year, by my calculations, she's looking at about 500 years. My work is done.
Abnormally mellow,
Sasha
As usual I hissed at all the other cats, and they had to cover my cell with a blanket because I kept howling.
After mom bailed me out, the vet gave me a prescription for Prozac, which isn't half bad. I make mom give it to me in tuna juice. She thought she could put it in kitty treats, but I smelled it. I'm so much smarter than her. So now I get fresh fish every night. Mom is complaining about the cost of human tuna, but I think if she's going to dope up her sweet little kitty, she better give me the best.
It's all good though. I sat down with my calculator and figured out how many years of bad luck mom is going to have. Since I've been crossing her path many times a day for a whole year, by my calculations, she's looking at about 500 years. My work is done.
Abnormally mellow,
Sasha
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