Damn that cat. It’s mewing and meowing and incessant noise. You’d think it was a crying baby for the cacophony it creates. And it isn’t even mine! But Lin insists on having it. The cat completes an aesthetic he says.
Damn boy doesn’t even know what aesthetic means. Nor how to spell it. But he loves to use 10 dollar words like they’re going out of style. It’s another part of his so-called aesthetic. Problem is it’s become my problem.
That damn cat has to be fed, have it’s box emptied, and be entertained. A creature that’s meant to be a solitary predator out there prowling the streets and rooftops like some vigilante is instead standing here tripping me up all for some shitty paste that smells like forgotten fish.Only this isn’t the right fish. No it wants the stuff from the green packet not the red one.
How’s a cat supposed to know the difference. I thought they were colorblind or some such. Plus it’s just a damn fish paste. Not like it’s truly a different fish paste.
Damn that Lin. He had to go and splurge on the expensive food for this flea-bitten stray. Now it’s all uppity with expectations and demands. And I don’t even like the damn thing!
Today’s art is courtesy of K.S. from Ratisbona, Germany.