Please Roshi, attempt never to stroke the ego of a furless cat.
Upset, she growls. She digs her murder mittens deep into my thighs.
Sweet Motörkitty, succulent as a cactus, as a prickly pear.
Suffer not dukkha, Buddha kitty, mu-nature is a bitch in heat.
You may rub Vruvvi entirely the wrong way, knowing no different.
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