Cleaning after my Cat
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I would like to speak to you a little bit about my friend, Kitty. Kitty was 3 months old when I saved her from the cold streets of London. Her mother must have died recently for Kitty was still dependant on milk. I nursed her artificially and now she is a very healthy little kitty. Feeding her was an easy thing to do, the difficult part came when she started to use the bathroom., I had to clean after her almost everyday of the week, non-stop. She urinated on my brand new Persian rug. I had to call a professional carpet cleaning company to clean my carpet. The smell of cat urine is really something I do not like. Well, if you love your pet you will do anything to keep it happy and in luxury. I spend almost fifty ponds every day for grooming and cleaning my little kitty cat, but what is money for a person who really likes animals?
Before I had mister Kitty, I use to have a pit-bull named Mr. Potty. Mr. Potty was much different that Mr. Kitty, in the sense that Mr. Potty was vicious and very dangerous. One time he practically shredded a homeless mutt. I loved my Mr. Potty, for he reminded me of my self. The only problem I ever had was when Mr. Potty attacked my landlady, Mrs. Flavesham. He was put down that very day. I am going to miss Mr. Potty. He required a tad more cleaning, but he truly was man’s best friend, yes!
The cleanest animal I ever had was my pet parrot, which I named Mr. Birdie. I just had to clean his cage every now and again but on and all it was a breeze. Mr. Birdie was my best friend for almost 15 years! I don’t like human contact very much, so I really enjoyed the company of Mr. Birdie. It was a quiet summer day when Mr. Birdie was assassinated in front of my very eyes. An unknown sniper shot Mr. Birdie in the eye, leaving him pretty dead. I paid a lot of people to find Mr. Birdie’s assassin, but not much luck. It turns out that the people who shot Mr. Birdie were actually a cleaning company that went rogue. But both their location and affiliates were unknown. That day I swore on my life that I will avenge Mr. Birdie’s death, even if it take for the rest of my life to do so.
But going back to Mr. Kitty would be more interesting, than to reminisce about a dead bird. My little cat is everything I am looking for in a companion. She is smart, gentle, pretty and most of all understanding. I love Mr. Kitty and I will do everything in my power to keep Mr. Kitty from dying, even if I have to die myself. I swear it!
I would like to speak to you a little bit about my friend, Kitty. Kitty was 3 months old when I saved her from the cold streets of London. Her mother must have died recently for Kitty was still dependant on milk. I nursed her artificially and now she is a very healthy little kitty. Feeding her was an easy thing to do, the difficult part came when she started to use the bathroom., I had to clean after her almost everyday of the week, non-stop. She urinated on my brand new Persian rug. I had to call a professional carpet cleaning company to clean my carpet. The smell of cat urine is really something I do not like. Well, if you love your pet you will do anything to keep it happy and in luxury. I spend almost fifty ponds every day for grooming and cleaning my little kitty cat, but what is money for a person who really likes animals?
Before I had mister Kitty, I use to have a pit-bull named Mr. Potty. Mr. Potty was much different that Mr. Kitty, in the sense that Mr. Potty was vicious and very dangerous. One time he practically shredded a homeless mutt. I loved my Mr. Potty, for he reminded me of my self. The only problem I ever had was when Mr. Potty attacked my landlady, Mrs. Flavesham. He was put down that very day. I am going to miss Mr. Potty. He required a tad more cleaning, but he truly was man’s best friend, yes!
The cleanest animal I ever had was my pet parrot, which I named Mr. Birdie. I just had to clean his cage every now and again but on and all it was a breeze. Mr. Birdie was my best friend for almost 15 years! I don’t like human contact very much, so I really enjoyed the company of Mr. Birdie. It was a quiet summer day when Mr. Birdie was assassinated in front of my very eyes. An unknown sniper shot Mr. Birdie in the eye, leaving him pretty dead. I paid a lot of people to find Mr. Birdie’s assassin, but not much luck. It turns out that the people who shot Mr. Birdie were actually a cleaning company that went rogue. But both their location and affiliates were unknown. That day I swore on my life that I will avenge Mr. Birdie’s death, even if it take for the rest of my life to do so.
But going back to Mr. Kitty would be more interesting, than to reminisce about a dead bird. My little cat is everything I am looking for in a companion. She is smart, gentle, pretty and most of all understanding. I love Mr. Kitty and I will do everything in my power to keep Mr. Kitty from dying, even if I have to die myself. I swear it!