i wouldn't even worry about the cat dude. they get nine lives. and i think this one only makes it seven. maybe eight. or nine...maybe your beloved whiskers isn't coming back. sorry dude. i think it is dead.
i try to do things. and doing things with other people. like sex. and drawing. and painting. and drugs. and drawing. and weed. and art. and boating. and music. and living. and did i say drugs. i dont do drugs.
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