Damn! Damn! Damn!
I need to rush Gray cat to the vet. She’s sitting next to a box rather than in it. Obviously, something is terribly, terribly wrong!
Perhaps she doesn’t want to be sent by the Postal Service. She wants only the best, UPS!
Maybe it feels cooler on the desk than it would in the box. Shes looking at you like “What!”.
Holy sh*t! You better hurry up! That’s serious!
Priority Mail is like Economy Plus on an airline. She looks uppity. Next time try first class.
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