A wave of urine hits your nose as you walk in the house. You roll your eyes, sigh, and look for Monster. When you open the bathroom door, the litter box is dumped over, and Monster is smiling with a mischievous gleam in her blue eyes. You glare and call her a bad kitty. She grins, “Who the fuck are you calling a bad kitty? I’m nothing but fluffy and precious. You’re the one who’s a bad owner. You’re lucky I didn’t puke in your shoes.”
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