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My boy Diz would have the perfect life, if only he didn't have a Napoleon Complex.
He rules me with a rod of iron, but for some reason he cannot get rid of a furry ginger creature who lives in the same house.
Chillax, I say (I can say it to a cat, NEVER to a person)
You got me, I say.
I adore you.
You got food and warmth and clean litter and love and care and fresh water if God wills it. Oh, I mean fresh water full stop.
But no, he's gotta be the only cat in the village.
Poor baby boy.
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