The door creaked open as my peasant crawled in on her two feetsies. She was holding a thingie with a variety of tasties within. "BABA BOOPALE GOOOHUJKE," said my slave. " GOOO, BABA BOOPALE GAWENT DEWACTO?" She said, offering me the thing. I stared at the thing. I smelled it. It was filled with stuff you hoomans apparently call lettuce, or in cat, Hastofle, meat, which is just delightful considering I am a carnivore, therfore I like meat, and some weird milky stuff. "Mmmmerple?" I replied. I try to speak cat to my hoomans, but they usually say weird stuff like, "Gagio tiftif lopque!" Or in hooman, "Look at cute she is!" I can't hear in hooman, but I can translate. Anyways, I stared at the juicy meat, and when I smelled the smell of sea salt, I skooped it up and ran away with it.
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CINCO DE MAYO (in a cat's POV)
Humorcredits go to the creator of the cover. HAVE YOU WANTED TO SEE WHAT A CAT THOUGHT OF MAY THE FIFTH? Well, guess what? you here, so you see it from a cats pov
