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How I Wish I Coudn’t Understand English

by triloci on July 26th, 2010

PJ Speaks!

Well, the interlopers have finally departed. I am no longer a stranger in my own home. BUT! – I still have to contend with my human dad and his so-called work.

“If you don’t let me work,” he says, “How can I continue to supply you with the high-quality food and occasional can of tuna that you’re used to?”

How I wish I couldn’t understand him, the bastard.

Especially since I know there’s no tuna in the house.

Damn you, dad. Damn you.

Still, I fancy a snuggle.

Mraow!

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