Here’s my story …
 

OK. It’s no secret I’d rather live abroad like Paris or Rome but I’m stuck in this stuffy little city called Los Angeles. Alright, my paws are tied up due to this recent court order that says I have to remain in LA so my kittens can visit their tom-cat foolery father, until they become of legal age which most say is 6 months. That’s like forever, right?

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And as for that tom-cat … you see the first night we met he was such a charming, handsome, debonair fellow. He wanted kids right away. He said he would stick around, be there through “thick and thin”, yada yada. We had kids, got married, then we started having a few problems.

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So we split. Not sure if he ran off or I chased him out the door with fangs and claws fully extended. I prefer to say he ran off.

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Now I see he’s jetting off to London, having fun, playing around with a new pussy cat each night. And I have to feed my little kitties five times a day, care to their every whim. I mean they can do whatever they want is my philosophy of life. They shouldn’t be accountable for their actions like he kept saying.

Oh, I resent him.

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I’m so angry I could scream …

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Arrghhh!

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