Well I think you're fecked as all the indoor house cats I've ever met have been totally batshit crazy. They're a bit Marty Feldman with faraway eyes looking in different directions, like they've seen things, you know, like back in 'Nam man.
I could'nt sleep in the house knowing they were there, repeatedly stripping and reassembling their glock and carving messages in the bannisters with a combat knife. You have a fully trained and operational Treadstone agent on the premises who could go rogue at any second. We don't want another Jason Bourne on our hands. Run, save yourself, don't look back.
Well I think you're fecked as all the indoor house cats I've ever met have been totally batshit crazy. They're a bit Marty Feldman with faraway eyes looking in different directions, like they've seen things, you know, like back in 'Nam man.
I could'nt sleep in the house knowing they were there, repeatedly stripping and reassembling their glock and carving messages in the bannisters with a combat knife. You have a fully trained and operational Treadstone agent on the premises who could go rogue at any second. We don't want another Jason Bourne on our hands. Run, save yourself, don't look back.