• Spongebobsquarejuche [none/use name]
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        2 years ago

        I lived in a large town that was depressed and I got a dog from the pound. And a cat that just walked in and laid on the couch, size of a fucking raccoon. (Dog was pissed)

        But for 2 years every morning it be up to leave at 7 to go to college, and the dog and the cat would leave with me. The dog would head down the street. The cat would head to the back yard.

        Get home at 4 every day. And around 4 or 5 they'd show up one after the other. Dog would bark. And the cat would just be on the deck.

    • Shoegazer [he/him]
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      2 years ago

      what? you don't want to hang out with my fur babies? their daddy's put in a lot of work taking care of them...