That's not a stray cat. That's your cat now. You've been chosen. Conrats.
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How did you not take him home!? You were fated to meet him, he chose you! Go back!!!
His name is Johan. You are his human now. You may call him Joey or “yoyo” or many other familiar terms of endearment (assuming you are familiar with the European soft ‘j’ sound. 🪀)
You must feed him nutritious and delicious meals, give him affection and love and reverence, and do his every bidding. This is the will of our (sectarian cat over-)lord. I wish you a happpy and harmonious life together. I now pronounce you Johan, and “Johan-adjacent, subservient sycophantic lackey”. You may now scoop his litter.
Just saying, we have a cat living in our own house who is not that friendly...
My one slaps me everyday
Ours, you go to pet her and she's like:
Istanbul?
Well, it's not Constantinople.
Been a long time gone, Constantinople.
What a little sweetheart. I love tabbies.
I too scare 2 touch strangers even when they’re at cutest
Any paranoid people in this community, no just me OK nvm


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