Mother got a kitten as an anniversary prezzie on saturday. We already have 2 cats, 6 years old. She calls it Milly. Milly?! WTF? Oh anyway, she was whining and scratching at the door today. So I go into the utility room. I feed her. Cheeky fugger runs out and devours all of two full dishes intended for the 2 cats in the kitchen. I pick her up, put her back in the utility, fugger is in the kitchen in a split second. Either she's gonna grow into a brick shithouse ... or a fuckin pieshop!

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