| whiskers |
call me a , a girl, whatever, but this is just too sad:

it was sqeaking when i came out on the balcony. my dad said he was gonna throw it out so i decided to take a picture. apparently, i scared the poor thing, so it tried to run away even harder and ended up gluing it's mouth to the pad. That makes me feel even worse. I know it's evil, but still - poor thing!
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