You'd better run!
Yeah, you'd better run away, you big orange furball! What do you think you're doing in my yard?!? I'll kick your ass! Roll around and flirt with your fluffy tummy with MY BigKitty, will you? I'll put a hole in you. Just let me get a claw in that fat tail of yours. I'm a big, mean heavyweight and I'll suplex your ass into the grave, I don't care how many lives you have! Pfffftt, you mofo!
posted by MR. PUD @ 3:51 PM
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You go, Mr Pud. Remember me, Miss Puss. You were a young guy and I was a big kitten when we met. You have slept in my south window in the Ozarks. Remember when we shared a nap on the couach with that DOG, SusieQ, the jack russell. Good old days.
Miss Puss! I remember schnoozing with you, and with that Loudie. She's a spaz. And hey, we're still youngsters - in the head, anyway.
You bet, Mr Pud. Young in the head and young at heart.
All my pride here are decking it. South deck in the morning and north deck in the evening. The one eyed loudie is ailing. Don't know what that's about.
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