Cat: Cat (aka Frank Sinatra)
Owner: Ciara G.
Appearance: A
Those little fucking pink paws - they get me every time! He’s a big cat, but he’s very long and lean. In his days of since past, he had very sparkling white fur. Now, he has hazy stripes of yellow that can only make one assume wisdom. Cat has sparkling blue eyes, which lends itself to his never used birth name: Frank Sinatra. He also dons a very manly pooch.
Sociability: D
He loves me, hates my mom, and loves my ex-boyfriend. Needless to say, he’s not easy to pawn off when I need to go away. Bringing over other animals is out of the question. Cat has bad manners; he’s the messiest eater ever. No regard for my food, or my Costco muffins. He’s a curry thief, hence the nickname Spicy Cat. You can dress him up, but can’t him anywhere.
Usefulness: F
Not much. He’s deaf.
Huggability: C
It’s weird. I’ll pick him up, hold him, give him “purrberries” on his belly, and when he’s done, he’s done. You can only hug Cat when he wants to be hugged. When he’s done with you, he’ll let you know. Bye bye to you. That shit bites.
Cat is a honey badger and the ruler of the free world.
Overall Grade: C-
(Source: prettay-in-pink, via postman-wants-an-autograph)
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(Source: prettay-in-pink, via postman-wants-an-autograph)
