Odd, bizarre one-sided conversation I was just forced to have with DonnyCat: WTF? Get out of my purse!
I look across the room and see approximately 5 pounds of your 14.6 pound baby kitten body shoved into my purse. Seriously what on earth possesses you to think that you have the right to step your front paws and that gigantic fat head with its trapezoid ear into my belongings and rifle through all my sh1t? No, I don't need you to dump all the contents out and scatter them to the floor below. Please don't bite a hole in my tube of lip balm. Don't chew and slobber on the cough drops! And, no, I did not put that maxi-pad covered in the bright crinkly-sounding wrapper in their as a surprise cat toy for your amusement. Get. Out.
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