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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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