Here's a special entry. Instead of talking about oh-so-awesome me, I'm going to talk about five things I HATE. They are my grandparents' five cats, who I have to deal with when I visit my grandparents.
This is Sonny. She is the supreme, most-evil cat here. She takes great pleasure in smacking me when I get within, like, twenty feet of her. She even goes out of her way to find me sometimes and hit me.
Horrible. Just horrible. And the worst part? She's sixteen years old, so she should be old and decrepit. Instead, she takes pleasure in torturing me during her waning years.
I suspect Sarah put her up to this.
This is Boop. She is the evil spawn of Sonny, and the sibling of Sasquatch and Bubba, who I will get to soon. She's not as intent on coming after me, but as you can see from this video, she's not cool either:
That first cat is Sonny, the second one is Boop.
Sasquatch is mostly harmless. She's got extra toes on her front feet, which you would think would be extra good for smacking me, but mostly they just get in her way. However, she is Sarah's favorite, so that gives me extra reason to hate her.
Bubba, Sasquatch, and Boop are all siblings. Bubba is fat and slow, so I love chasing him. Unfortunately, he's a jerk and figured this out, so now he hides from me when I am here. So he sucks.
I've written about Peaches before. My grandparents still haven't gotten rid of her, even though she is just a stray. As you can see, my grandma even gave her a collar, which suggests she's never leaving. I'm not happy about this situation.
So, those are my grandparents' cats. I hate them all.
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