Meet Reggie. He is a year old and hides a secret skill. He kills.I didn't think that a tuxedo would be much different from any other cat. My last beast, Rocket, died a few winters ago and I did not have any driveto go out and find a new cat anytime soon. However, I met Reggie on Craigslist from a girl named Reggie. He's so pretty and fluffy and sweet, but when the sun sets this little adorabeast turns into a caffeine-driven maniac who has a fetish for blind adjustors and movable heavy objects to potentially use as weapons. I'm not even going to discuss the fact that my phone was missing this morning.
Reggie greets me as I get out of the shower by treating my toes like fire roasted hot dogs. He dives and chomps and walks on my chest to get across the bed. I can't sleep with my hand out of the blankets because he uses his tiny inscissors to dig deep into my skin, causing me to swat the angelic devil.
To wind him down I found the brilliant laser pointer for $3.00 at WalMart. A few laps and not only can I trick him to shut the cabinets, but he pants like a fat kid and that is hilarious.
He still is better than my useless asshole of an ex.
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