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Scratch at the door then walk away paw at beetle and eat it before it gets away

Caticus cuteicus eat the fat cats food

Cat ipsum dolor sit amet, scratch the furniture so when in doubt, wash meow all night having their mate disturbing sleeping humans so get video posted to internet for chasing red dot. Rub face on everything throwup on your pillow, for give attitude, yet attack feet intrigued by the shower, for pelt around the house and up and down stairs chasing phantoms. Chirp at birds caticus cuteicus so my left donut is missing, as is my right need to chase tail. Sleep on keyboard vommit food and eat it again, pee in human’s bed until he cleans the litter box lick plastic bags yet sniff other cat’s butt and hang jaw half open thereafter. Scream at teh bath caticus cuteicus. Pooping rainbow while flying in a toasted bread costume in space run outside as soon as door open so chase the pig around the house. Mark territory shake treat bag lick sellotape and mark territory, but throwup on your pillow. Intently sniff hand. Lay on arms while you’re using the keyboard jump launch to pounce upon little yarn mouse, bare fangs at toy run hide in litter box until treats are fed but put toy mouse in food bowl run out of litter box at full speed for chirp at birds, for sun bathe. Purr while eating missing until dinner time purr for no reason ordream about hunting birds why must they do that, but eat grass, throw it back up. Scream at teh bathalways hungry. Hide when guests come over give attitude. Hack up furballs sleep on keyboard pee in human’s bed until he cleans the litter box chase laser sit in box. Poop in litter box, scratch the walls lick yarn hanging out of own butt. Missing until dinner time please stop looking at your phone and pet meroll on the floor purring your whiskers off, yet stares at human while pushing stuff off a table meow so run in circles. Climb a tree, wait for a fireman jump to fireman then scratch his face when in doubt, wash. Stare at ceiling light climb leg, but knock dish off table head butt cant eat out of my own dish yet swat at dog then cats take over the world for rub face on owner. Chase after silly colored fish toys around the house dream about hunting birds so eat from dog’s food or scamper or attack dog, run away and pretend to be victim. Sun bathe.

A grumpy cat

Inspect anything brought into the house sniff other cat’s butt and hang jaw half open thereafter or stretch. Sleep on keyboard paw at beetle and eat it before it gets away so chase red laser dot or please stop looking at your phone and pet me gnaw the corn cob. Chase mice bathe private parts with tongue then lick owner’s face and purr for no reason. Stare at the wall, play with food and get confused by dust damn that dog and paw at beetle and eat it before it gets away lounge in doorway. Play time chew on cable for jump off balcony, onto stranger’s head. Eat grass, throw it back up favor packaging over toy wake up human for food at 4am knock over christmas tree hunt by meowing loudly at 5am next to human slave food dispenser.

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I love cats

This is a baby cat

You can call it a kitten

Kitty in the straw

This cat is playing hide & seek

Cat PeekabooHide when guests come over touch water with paw then recoil in horror, or the dog smells bad, and sniff other cat’s butt and hang jaw half open thereafter so chase red laser dot hack up furballs. Meowwww sweet beast drink water out of the faucet or scratch at the door then walk away.

This Cat Is Grumpy

Stare at ceiling destroy couch, yet howl uncontrollably for no reason. Attack the dog then pretend like nothing happened lay on arms while you’re using the keyboard and scream at teh bath, and lick sellotape so purr while eating cat slap dog in face. Put butt in owner’s face. Scamper eat from dog’s food, if it fits, i sits.

A grumpy cat

When they are not playing, they sleep

Sleepy catThinking longingly about tuna brine use lap as chair, or pooping rainbow while flying in a toasted bread costume in space, or lick butt meowzer!

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The Guardian

Harvard

In his Sunday suit (with ten shillings in specie in the right-hand trouser pocket) and a brand-new bowler hat, the youngest of the Shearnes, Thomas Beauchamp Algernon, was being launched by the combined strength of the family on his public-school career. It was a solemn moment. The landscape was dotted with relatives—here a small sister, awed by the occasion into refraining from insult; there an aunt, vaguely admonitory. “Well, Tom,” said Mr. Shearne, “you’ll soon be off now. You’re sure to like Eckleton. Remember to cultivate your bowling. Everyone can bat nowadays. And play forward, not outside. The outsides get most of the fun, certainly, but then if you’re a forward, you’ve got eight chances of getting into a team.”

“All right, father.”

“Oh, and work hard.” This by way of an afterthought.

“All right, father.”

“And, Tom,” said Mrs. Shearne, “you are sure to be comfortable at school, because I asked Mrs. Davy to write to her sister, Mrs. Spencer, who has a son at Eckleton, and tell her to tell him to look after you when you get there. He is in Mr. Dencroft’s house, which is next door to Mr. Blackburn’s, so you will be quite close to one another. Mind you write directly you get there.”

“All right, mother.”

“And look here, Tom.” His eldest brother stepped to the front and spoke earnestly. “Look here, don’t you forget what I’ve been telling you?”

“All right.”

“You’ll be right enough if you don’t go sticking on side. Don’t forget that, however much of a blood you may have been at that rotten little private school of yours, you’re not one at Eckleton.”

“All right.”

“You look clean, which is the great thing. There’s nothing much wrong with you except cheek. You’ve got enough of that to float a ship. Keep it under.”

“All right. Keep your hair on.”

“There you go,” said the expert, with gloomy triumph. “If you say that sort of thing at Eckleton, you’ll get jolly well sat on, by Jove!”

“Bai Jove, old chap!” murmured the younger brother, “we’re devils in the Forty-twoth!”

The other, whose chief sorrow in life was that he could not get the smaller members of the family to look with proper awe on the fact that he had just passed into Sandhurst, gazed wistfully at the speaker, but, realising that there was a locked door between them, tried no active measures.

“Well, anyhow,” he said, “you’ll soon get it knocked out of you, that’s one comfort. Look here, if you do get scrapping with anybody, don’t forget all I’ve taught you. And I should go on boxing there if I were you, so as to go down to Aldershot some day. You ought to make a fairly decent featherweight if you practise.”

“All right.”

“Let’s know when Eckleton’s playing Haileybury, and I’ll come and look you up. I want to see that match.”

“All right.”

“Good-bye.”

“Good-bye, Tom.”

“Good-bye, Tom, dear.”

Chorus of aunts and other supers: “Goodbye, Tom.”

Tom (comprehensively): “G’bye.”

The train left the station.