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And That Is Why Cats Are Proof That Not Everything Has A Purpose

The Alarm went off at five am. Mark hit snooze and the cat crawled on a pillow.

“Get off,” Mark said. The cat stayed. The alarm went off again and Mark finally rose, showered, dressed, fixed coffee. Mark sat and watched the news while the cat was still on the pillow.

“Up,” Mark said. The cat didn’t move. Mark went to work.

Mark came back and the cat was on the pillow.

“FUCK YOU!” Mark yelled. “YOU DON’T WORK! YOU DON’T CLEAN! YOU EAT FOOD THAT I PAY FOR AND SMELL UP MY SHEETS! FUCK YOU!”

And the cat farted.

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Title by: TigerMoth
Story by: Jarvis

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  1. gl kay says

    That’s my cat he’s talking about.



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