Don't tell anyone, but the cat I ran over belongs to my friend Paddie McLongjohns' freak-show fat mother
It turns out that the cat I ran over a few weeks ago belongs to my friend Paddie McLongjohns' freak-show fat mother. The cat survived my hit-and-run, but, apparently, it's not been the same since. When he approaches you, his back legs swing out to the side, like a truck that’s lost control of its trailer. If he swings them out too quickly, the centrifugal force can knock him off balance or spin him in a circle. The former is sad, but the latter can be quite funny.
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