The Cat's Meow
My cat's meow goes on all day long, I think he believes he is serenading me with a love song. He may be trying to tell me something is wrong, all I know is he constantly talks and has an opinion on everything.
No matter how hard I try, he still has to cry. He has a meow volume of low, medium and high. One I call the Stephen King cat cry from "Pet Cemetery". I swear, when he lets it out unexpectedly, one day it is me they will bury!
I can't get out of his sight. He searches for me, while talking, all day and night. Forget about a date, there is not a guy yet that he does not bite or hate. No, He's an 18 pound mess of spoiled rotten cat. I can't believe I paid for that!
Seriously, I love my kitty. When he is asleep, he is so pretty. I created this monster cat that he has become. I'd never trade him or his cries, not a single one, for in between all of this, he can be so loving, joyful and most fun!
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