I think this is one of the first things I posted here.
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This is my son after I told him the cast iron skillet is hot
little bitch, you better remember this next time you want wet food.
“dare me mothafucka”
What a little shit.
He has all those scratchers yet chooses to sit on the sofa. I think he wants to be high up.
Looks like there’s a decent-sized cat tree back there; no shorter than the chair, certainly.
IME with cats, they want to sit on everything. Mantelpiece? Chair back? Ottoman? They’re not satisfied until they have a chance to sit on every surface. I also feel as if the place that gives them the best view on you is whatever’s preferred at any given moment, unless it’s too much trouble to move.
Time to call the PAWLICE
