I'm having quite a bit of fun here. My gas seems to have cleared up a bit, and I'm so cute and adorable, I'm able to get away with things that my chunky counterpart, Jax, cannot.
For instance, I woke up the fat guy yesterday and today at 7 AM meowing at him and clawing and chewing on his feet in bed. He started to pet me and laugh at my mischief. The idiot didn't seem to realize that I didn't want a backrub, I wanted someone to get up and give me some fresh water. On a scale of Sewage to Evian, my waterbowl rates a Rainwater. Yuck. I heard them talking about getting me one of those water cooler shaped things, but apparently Jax likes to knock them over.
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