Day Eleven

What the fuckitty fuck is this shit?

You mean the rain?

Make it stop, I want to go out.

So go

But that stuff...it's cold...also, wet.

It can't hurt you, it's just water.

You understand jack shit about cats.

Sorry. Anyway, I'm not in charge of the weather.

You aren't? What are you in charge of?

Your dinners.

I love you