I had just got out of my car, pulled up skirt skirt to the funeral. My friend James had just passed, and though he was annoying đ I decided to pull up to the funeral. Everyone was mourning and crying, for god sakes even the dog was whining. I dropped of the flowers and left, I'm not one to sob over a dead body.
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I had arrived at home when I noticed my window was open. "shit" I scowled. Not only was the window open, but all my furniture had been moved one inch to the left. As I was about to close the window, I felt something brush against my leg. I took out my pocket knife faster than I did when my ex cheated on me. A small black and orange cat with huge ears and electric blue eyes looked straight up into my soul. "hey buddy... you left the goddamn window open.." but what I was really questioning, is how this cat managed to move my furniture..
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This cat didn't have a collar or anything on it, must have been abandoned I thought. I had been waiting 4 hours yet this cat wouldn't leave my house. "I'm gonna take a shower, be right back, don't move anything else" I said to the little fucker and went to take a long hot shower. What if this cat had rabies? I set aside my thoughts and took my shower.
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Combing my hair with a shit ton of gel in it, I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into the front room where the cat last was. My eyes widened.. "holy shit".. a 6'1 blued eyed, handsome man with the build any man would dream of, stood bare infront of my eyes. I dropped the towel by complete accident. I didn't notice, I kept starring..
Who is he?