This describes my Cat Sidney:
He’s black.
He vomits.
He has a disgusting
stinky litterbox.
He has one whisker left.
He has cancer.
I Love him and that’s why I get near him
even though I can’t stand the way he smells.
He’s scared of a tuna fish sandwich.
I call him Captain Vomit.
He sniffs underwear
sometimes.
Sometimes he's a jerk because he loves to sleep on my parent's, or my bed - until he vomits on it. Then he wants to sleep on his own bed. He never vomits on his own bed.
I love him to death. He's so cute.

We had to get him shaved once and it was hilarious. I like him better Not Shaved. Dad liked him better Shaved. Mom likes him better not shaved. Dad lost 2 to 1.
The Doctors are amazed at how long he's lived
with cancer.
5 years now, around that.
He likes being alive. Me too.
This Describes My Cat Sidney.


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