I saw <-----> laying, belly down, on the couch, watching TV. I walked over to the couch and my owner grunted as I hopped onto him and lied down ontop of his back. I saw that my favorite show was on. It was a show about couples having children and the parents arguing whether or not that their child is actually theirs or some other dude's child.
As the climax of the show was coming up, I realized I was making biscuits on <----->'s back. I realized as of lately, he hates when I make biscuits on him, because apparently I'm to rough .
"I appreciate your biscuits, Lucien. But your kneading too hard." he whines.
He's just jealous I can make better biscuits then he can, with my natural skills.
Jealousy can get him nowhere without practice with me.
My name is Lucien, but some people call me LuLu. I'm a tiger. I'm very fluffy all throughout the year, even during summer. I live in a pet shop that sells exotic animals for a ridiculously high price. The only reason we are so expensive is because we are all intelligent animals with an understanding of human speech. I say all but i really mean most. Some of us are dumb, some of us are not. One day I am finally purchased, and from what I hear; he has a few feline friends at home.
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Listen, The tiger has an understanding of human speech, but sometimes I do not so there will be misspellings and wrong grammar.
The Tiger pictures are not mine, I found them on Pinterest. The only thing that is mine on the pictures are the book title and my name.
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