My Cats
My cats are jumping gems
They have six houses, but they poop in them
They are pussies, but literally
They are dumb and even scared of bees
My cat says “Meow”
I say “What´s up”
My cat says “I wanna be loved right now”
I say “Shut up”
I have seven cats
Tommy, Benito, Martina, Olivia, Gatusha, Oji and Gatué
They are like bats
At night they’re electric, they don’t let me rest and then they sleep all day
Oh, I have one more cat, I almost forgot, her name is Pandora
Actually she lives in my grandparents room and she is adora-ble
But there’s an internal war between my cats and her, I’m not lying
When they fight Pandora screams like “Ahhhh” and it sounds like a girl dying
When I walk around my house
At least I see one poop and two vomits
It stinks worse than a corpse
If I´m being honest
I even have to pick it up myself
It is so squishy
My sister doesn't even help
Having cats is not easy
But for real I do love my cats
I will always have their back
They are not as good looking as my crush
But they should never be considered as trash!
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