Heh, that cat looks like Mr. Whittlesby... mt gf's cat. This morning he was freaking out and running around like a real azz hole (at 6:00 AM). Kept running in and out of the room making all kinds of racket... I finally snagged his hyper ass by the skin of his neck, pulled him onto the bed and told him to chill the fck out... he did, or at least long enough for me fall asleep for another hour.
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