All of us at one point have wanted to be a cat
everybody wants to be a cat. Cause a cat’s the only cat who knows where it’s at.
I went to Half-Price Books today and bought a few CDs of Big Band artists and jazz/blues singers, and my mom was like “Why are you buying those?” “Because I like this genre.” “Since when?”
I swear my cat is on drugs right now. She’s alternating between sniffing the carpet then rolling around on it like the time when I brought home catnip, and then she’s using the wall as a scratching post but she’s declawed. And she keeps rubbing against my viola case, which is pissing me off because white fur does not mix well with black.
I want to prove to a friend that he will be dearly missed.
ONLY 360 NOTES!!! WHOVIANS YOU’D BETTER GET OVER HERE AND REBLOG THIS ASAP!!
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I’M GOING TO CRY HE’S MY FAVORITE