My cats are retarded. Apparently they decided to start doing their business in Connor's jumpy thing. Maybe they are just trying to get attention, maybe they're smoking some crazy laced reefer, maybe that's just what cats do sometimes. But it pisses me off. So I'm taking them out to the woods today, like Travis had to do Old Yeller, and I'm going to shoot both of them. First I need a gun, but I think I can find one of those easily if I just travel to any bar in Ypsilanti.
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