cat poetry
12:11 a.m.
i had a super wonderful day thursday...i'll tell you all about it tomorrow...
hey, please go wish rob a happy birthday, ok?
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i put buddy's story through this random poetry generator thingy, and these are some of the fragments that turned out pretty good...
graymatter story last year now. i am not sad because he wants his new friends to live. so i want to get in his picturebox to it. was good. food
today sitting in a secret way in the door look around fast in the coldbox where i get dizzy but sometimes i play with dirt from the backyard and it is my friends. daddy was nice. judi next door and say mike, i was already did something to do something to a catdaddy too.
sometimes if i want to play with balls that make cat i know my peepee was happy. because judi and i tried to play with daddy
sometimes i want to get dizzy but i was happy daddy has a window sometimes. i get in the picture box. and i think i bumped my poophole right in the bed.
they were going to play with pens. sometimes i was shy at my chin and he plays with his big window because i was better.
small room and i was hungry and i will stay at first. but i look around but then i reach up i am confused.daddy says maybe i was happy.
that daddy happy. because daddy keeps his new car, but then i like girl people live there i make babies with that sometimes i be charming and push it is little, and get excited and nice boy he make noise.
i know how i was hungry and it is busy so i went to live. there were quailbirds in front of stuff there.
sometimes i had fleas and some are nice boy people, not sad in bed.
scared because he is still scared at house sometimes i bumped my peepee in a place. they do it is out there. daddy worries.
and he is warm on the desk and some are scary, but i like that. daddy that looked at widow because i was already fixed. that night daddy scratches my head.