When I was about 10 one summer night I slept over at a friends house on his porch in a sleeping bag. All night I kept being wokin' up from this chewing and cracking sound. When dawn arrived I opened my eyes to see my friend's cat about a foot from my head gnawing on a fucking mouse's skull. Gross. I hate the sneaky, visous, mean mother-fuckers to this day.
qdavid Reviewed by qdavid on . Fucking Cats......... Well yesterday after coming home i check on my lowryder as i do everyday... and what do i see? my cat has eaten about three leaves off the planT !. distraught i decide to leave the plant for a day to see if it can carry on growing or not. and then today when i come home i find may cat has stripped stripped the plant to the FUCKING STEM. stupid bloody cat. and now it probably has the munchies and i will have to feed it. anyway this cat has now got a taste for cannabis and will probably Rating: 5