sweet death

My cat's name is Cadbury, cause he's the colour of caramel and my mom used to work in the factory (and yes, we know how they get the caramel in there).
I know some of you cat-haters are making fun of my cat right now. "Look at amac's lazy cat. I bet he doesn't get his face licked when he comes home from work." Well hate on Hater. My cat is a death-making-machine. Yesterday my mom ordered me into the backyard to clean up two dead mice and a cluster of feathers from a dead bird. The bird's body was gone, probly got pooed into my cat's litter box or something.

And yes, I do get my face licked by a tongue that has been involved in an obscene number of gruesome deaths. I find it inspiring.