well i have this really old a** cat named puff and he's like a blue russian but like he's gray so what the ******** is that. and the other day i picked him up and wang he (he love been held) and like i feel his feet and they were like the size of my hand and i was like damm your turning into hulk my kitty but they've never been like this so i called my dad and he was like well you know he's getting old in the most like sadest way possible and then he was like well he's kindey are falling and i was like tears no. and i was like s**t he's my only animal i've ever had like he's been with me my whole like cuz mom's friend found him roamming in her yard and couldnt take care of him so my mom got him and when i was a kid he's sleep under the covers but then when i woke up he was on the ground waiting for me and thats awws me and like he has AIDs maybe cancer nobody can really say he got shot in the hip so he walks like pimp and you can never have food unguarded cuz he will knock that b***h down and steal your food and like he gets right down your feet like he wants you a fail on him and his tail is a bit crocked cuz people have stepped on it so many times but whatever oh yeah on top of all that he cant hear but i still pray that he'll gemme one more year and then i'll say good-bye