Rose

Yo. The namez Rose

I just read your column called " Y2K, Why Kick The Kat".
Man dat waz da bomb! I had a similar x-periance a few dayz ago. My two-legger, Jessica, brought home a sleazy, over-colonged, over-dressed, son-ov-a-dog idiot named Samuel.

The entire date went pretty much da same az yours, up until dinner. Jessica goes downstairs to get some green beans, when Sam da Sleezey has da gall to toss me into da dishwater. The jerk had no idea dat Jessica was watching. She kicks that sleeze into a patch ov mud, cussin' him out. L8ter, Jessica said a million apologies and give me 2 cans of tuna.

I forgave her.

Well, dats da story. Gotta go, dinner time. Keep writin' columns, Splattman! ROSE OUT!!

Keep Kool, purrrrrrr,
Rose

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