I hate most cats, they're extremely lazy, afraid of loud noises and won't shut up when you wan them to... But this is the story about myself... And my pet wussy. I recently met a stray black cat. It was extremely early, around 9:35 am. The little butt munch was laying on the hood of my car. I had nothing to throw so I got in my car and honked the horn. It didn't move. I was extremely amazed. I got out and managed to "shoo" the little off. A few days later, late at night, I went outside for a smoke. The little twat was on my car again. After a few more days of seeing it, I actually didnt acrually mind him/her anymore. I bring the kitty a can of tuna every now and then. I even named it. Wussy. It's the total opposite of it's personality because I'm sure if I threw that cat in the middle of the freeway, it wouldn't be scared... Maybe. it'd probably die. Anywho, I love my pet wussy and my pet wussy loves me.
im dissapointed i thought it's about ....... Then it's just about..... yeah im a dirty minded penguin
why is my mind so dirty i read the title with the first letter in pet and first letter in wussy switched