So, I realized something. I actually have a story, but you know what? How am I supposed to type with cat paws, it's like picking up a ball with a stick, it's not working well. But you know what, yeah, no, dont know what i'm talking about anymore.
Oh, my gersh, is-is that a mouse?
*Insert mouse noises*
Oh, I'm gonna get that mouse, but in the process lose it several times to scare people, but then I'll get it back. And torture it till I'm tired, then I'll probably just let it go, I already ate lunch anyways.
That mouse is back.
It has defiled my things. It touched my catnip.
Things just got real.
My catnip IS MY LIFE.
and the MOUSE TOUCHED IT.
I'm going to eat mouse today. Sounds delicious.
