Takoda passed out after his little jaunt to doggie daycare. What the hell is that? I never had daycare. I’m a cat. I take care of myself.
Here I am in this picture, checking out the property. I survey, I take action, I don’t put up with any crap.
I CERTAINLY don’t need any damn daycare.
That dog is a piece of work. All I hear is, “Who is Mama’s good boy?” and “Did you have fun at school pup-pup?” Makes me want to strategically puke hairballs and grass if you know what I mean. I have been a GOOD BOY for 12 years now. I was first, I have loved Mom and Dad through thick and thin. I have been a GOOD BOY. Those days are over. I am about to take back some territory from the brat.
Rory Gallagher is no help at all, I’ll have to do it myself. No problem, I wasn’t alone on the streets for the first 2 years of my life for nothing. I’ll handle it. That’s how I roll.
