Who's the Pussycat?
 




Itís funny how people still seem to see him as some innocuous little kitten who has to be protected from the dangerous man-eating alley cat. They havenít felt his claws. Or his bite. Heís definitely a damned tiger. Or, with that fucking mane, maybe a lion.

So when he decides to go to the store at three in the morning for some shit he just has to have for breakfast, itís not because I think he needs protecting that I go with him.

Itís because I know if I ďmakeĒ him go alone, heíll make me fucking suffer for days.

 

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