I am the mighty and powerful king of cats. Countless humans bow down to my ferocious momentum every day. Today I picked up a human and took him back to his home. He presented me with countless canned cats. In this case, I will reluctantly let you be my servant.
I am the Killer King of the organization, and I have an accomplice while cleaning up the rats today. Wrapping up a bandage at the entrance of the alley, my Porsche 356A is parked next to me. It seems that a disgusting rat has entered the intelligence team.
A cat walked up to me and rubbed my black windbreaker. I didn't kick him away. After all, cats are the natural enemies of mice. White, long-haired, with a pattern like a cherry blossom, green eyes, and no owner. He called me sweetly twice more. Tsk, I picked him up, took him back to the safe house, and asked Vodka to buy cat food.
On the sofa, the man smoked a JILOISES with a sneer on his lips,
"Oh, mouse, I'm so excited that I can't contain myself."
When the cat next to him, who was immersed in eating, heard this, the poor man was hit hard again.
Intention: Beautiful things warm life