Kitty up and scratch me through my jeans.
Kitty up and scratch me through my jeans.
Kitty up and scratch me through my jeans.
Fuck you, kitty, you’re gonna spend the night
Fuck you, kitty, you’re gonna spend the night
Fuck you, kitty, you’re gonna spend the night
OUTSIDE!
I picked up Toby, and then went to let Umlaut out of the bedroom. Toby took one look at him, got scared and did this to me on his way down. Bastard.
(For those that don’t know. That first part is a song. I’m not actually making my kitty spend the night outside, though I probably should. And he didn’t scratch me through my jeans, he scratched me through my shirt.)