Do you remember Pokey? If so, that's very unfortunate. I'm sorry you have to live with the memory of him.
Anyways, this is about my birthday party, where Pokey made an appearance. Worst. Party. EVER.
First, my family scared the crap out of me! Literally! Learn from my parents mistakes kids. Don't scream at cat, with a million peices of colorful paper raining down. The litterbox can't help you then.
I remember Pokey's party. During the seconds I was there, I said,
"A little birdy told me it was your birthday. I ate him.", the I just left.
Anyways, back to my story! What I'm about to tell you is the only time Pokey has been even remotely close to clever. Any other time, he has had the IQ of a baby dropped on its head several times.
For my birthday, he gave my owners cooked fish on a platter, and me, a bowl. He told me to sit in it, and told me owners, 'enjoy your meal.'
If you don't get the 'joke', my name is.....Tarter sauce. Real hilarious. Always mocking my name.
Later he was talking about me, and said,
"Are you listening?"
"Of course, the thing is, I can only take in so much stupid at a time."
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The Life Of a Grumpy Cat
HumorI hate Mondays. And the internet. But that doesn't mean a cat like me doesn't want to share my horror story. A.K.A. my life.
