Mccats One Nice Guy Zero

I refuse to babysit any more of your litters I told the McCats. They begged, and pleaded, and complimented me on my flats. Oh man. I am easy. A parrot who does not ever say “no”. How far away will you be? I asked. “Where will you go?” Just to the store, these cats lied through their teeth of yellow. We’ll be back in a jiffy, they’ll be easy. You are such a kind fellow! If there is one thing I know it is that good guys always finish last. I said “Yes” but then I drank the rest of the whiskey out of my flask. Kittens are trouble; they are mewers, whiners, swatters and worse. They dumped the contents of my owner Mrs. Tee’s luxurious purse. I knew I’d be in trouble if they were gone more than an hour or two. They double crossed me that day; and these kittens were new. They never came back, and that was sixteen years ago. I am still taking care of this last litter, and they slink to and fro. They love me like a mother, have imprinted with me. So I guess it’s not horrible; it’s kind of great as you see.