When the girl moved to me, there was a huge cat with her, the kingdom of heaven. She called him Cake. I think if he wanted, Pitbull would have scratched without stress. So I started calling him a cat. A year later, it is a fountain of hell, being in another room, shaking in the sun. She calls it, Cake, Cake... Silence. I sit next to her. I say look and I scream cooot. Is there a mess from the other room? I say go eat! Again squeezing and squeezing. I can’t describe the girl’s face at the moment.

With the girl we fought then 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣