It's better to burn in hell than to fade away
And I will burn in hell.
for what I did
To my cat.
I let the big ginger Tom, Biscuit, out last night, knowing that he would get into the blanket-festooned basket in the garage.
When I let him in this morning he looked miserable, he shot into the kitchen from under my car, his little head was down, and he tip-toed through the snow like a catty ballet dancer, almost scared to let his little feet touch the ground.
A few minutes ago the missus told me the cat flap in the garage is frozen shut
I nearly murdered that poor moggie
And I will burn in hell.
for what I did
To my cat.
I let the big ginger Tom, Biscuit, out last night, knowing that he would get into the blanket-festooned basket in the garage.
When I let him in this morning he looked miserable, he shot into the kitchen from under my car, his little head was down, and he tip-toed through the snow like a catty ballet dancer, almost scared to let his little feet touch the ground.
A few minutes ago the missus told me the cat flap in the garage is frozen shut
I nearly murdered that poor moggie
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