Overtinging and projecting...
Katz don’t cahr whut you think and are deceivers.
You never know what whutz going on their lil mouse chasin heads until they slap you with their tiny little golved paws, throwing themselves on the ground demanding you scrub their bellies, until they are sick of your syllabic and pathetic obeisance since they don’t posses a ring finger for you to kiss and will never present their azz to you for a kiss.
You..are a courtesan....
Dude, not a good idea to freep after the bars close.