Staring? A staring cat? :P
Once upon a time, there was a hideous, mangy old street cat named Pussy Rogers. Pussy Rogers was in trouble with the Wild Dog gang. He had been stealing all their food for the past few months, and had gone from a walking skeleton (straight out of Tim Burton) to this fat ass ball of non-fluff (all his "fluff" had been torn from him by the dogs). He owed them bad. Aaaand... He didn't care. He got tossed around every day, by the dogs. He would limp home to his starving family and lie down bleeding on his newspapers to lap up some milk. And every morning he woke up bright and early and healthy again. This was because his wife was actually an evil witch and enjoyed watching him get beat up. Also he was insane. Pussy Rogers is actually a patient at Arkham Asylum. His real name is Tygrus and he's got this crush on this destructive klepto kitty, who plays his witchy wife in his delusions.
... I have no fucking clue.
I was going to try to actually do something good but uh... Nope.
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