The cool cat

The cool cat

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 11, 2015
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Fantasy
There was a cat and he was a special cat he was a cool cat.That cat's name was bandit and he was a black and white tuxedo cat and he was pretty.So like I was saying he had powers he could fly and he had laser eyes. He only fought bad cats and he had to keep his powers a secret and only one person knows.The person is me.I am his owner.He is such a good cat except when it come to other cats. He doesn't like other cats.Onetime I was just letting him nice and slow and then he saw a dog and wow was he out of my lap like that.Oh I forgot to tell you that you can't talk to anyone about these stories Then I finally realized that he needs to be out fighting crime and I told home oh and did I tell you that he can talk well anyway he said that he wants to stay with me and he called THE SPECIAL DOG AGENCY and told them that he had quit and they asked why but he just hung up. Now I live with him and he said that he will stay with me for the rest of my life and I said he is a good cat
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I know.

10 years. 10 years of hating Griffin Taylor. Luckily for me, he lives hundreds of miles away and I very rarely have to handle the knowledge he's in town for his 48 hour visits. Some supposed best friend he turned out to be. Mum and dad would have screamed at him for hours for missing the things he did. Though, Griffin Taylor never did care about other people's feelings. I always thought I wasn't apart of that rule. That I was different to him. His best friend. His rock. No call. No text, no message through his mum or his brother. Nothing. Mine and Piper's world collapsed from under us. Total strangers on the outskirts of town showed their love and support. But Griffin? He showed up 18 months later with barely a word before taking another life altering phone call. Ass. Now, 6 years after I last had the pleasure of being in his almighty presence, Piper made the overwhelming, stupid decision to invite him to her wedding. It's fine. He'll be here for his usual 48 hours and I'll find a million things to keep me out of his way so I'll barely see him. It's fine. Not a problem. I can handle it. Piper wants him here, Piper wants her family here and I guess, with no one else, the Taylor's are family. For Piper I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I'll smile and I'll be the good Christian I am. But as far as I care, Griffin Taylor can rot. In. Hell.

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