Look at this idiot.
Look at her smug face. Literally every time I walk around without socks this creep starts biting my feet like it’s just the funniest thing ever. She’ll actually start meowing and whining if I put socks on just ’cause she can’t draw blood anymore.
I swear this cat is the Antichrist. She hates me. She hates food. She hates the sound of laughter. She hates music. You know what she loves? Biting. She loves biting. If you laugh near her, she will bite. If you pet her, she will bite. Sit somewhere she’s decided
she wants to sit? Better believe she’s gonna bite. She’s the worst.
Don’t fall for her lies. She’ll meow at you and act all sweet, but it’s just a ruse to get you to try to pet her so she can latch onto your arm like a furry, chubby parasite. She’ll sound all whiny and pathetic to lull you into a false sense of security and then BAM, you look like you lost a fight with a team of tiny, angry, knife-wielding knives holding even smaller knives.