The pet humans have destroyed my intentions to run for the Republican party as a presidential candidate.
I ventured out, pen in whiskers, ready to attack.
But sadly, I did not succeed past the patio of apartment 598.
The male pet human came behind me and snuck me away back into my captivity. He appeared frazzled. Perhaps he discovered my plan.
Friday, June 20, 2008
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