I think there may be some combined cat photographer/beater living in my apartment building.
See, I drive home from work, and there’s a cute little cat sitting on the concrete outside my door. It looks up at me and ignores me when I walk by with my satchel.
I go inside, then walk out past it with some garbage bags. It looks up, but that’s the extent of its caring. Then I walk back past with some mail, and get nothing again.
I drop off the mail, turn around and pull out my new googleyphone complete with camera, and the cat goes “OH CRAP GOTTA BE SOMEWHERE, BYE!” and darts off at high speed. Thus, no catpics for my catsite.
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