i was a big kitty cat being sold in a bank
One day a blue sedan or whatever the fuck Jon drives rolled up to the orphanage, which was also a bank, where a stunning man and his cheeto orange kitty cat excited said car.
"Hello, I'm Jon Arbuckle." the absolute slab of meat said, reaching out his hand in a way that requested some sort of handshake. I was the bank teller so I shook his soft, delicate hand. They felt like velvet under my cat fingers. A throbbing sensation grew under my fur as I looked into Jon's orbs.
"THIS IS A FUCKING ROBBERY" Jon suddenly screamed, pulling an uzi from under his suit and unloading his luxurious bullets into me. I felt absolute bliss as I fell to the floor, muffled police sirens and gun fire filling the oxygen.
