Once upon a time there was a cat named Misha. Misha loved his servants, who gave him food and played with him everyday. Misha enjoyed the fact that his "servants" were stupid and thought that he was their pet. Heh, stupid hoomans. So coot and dumb. Dey r so oblivious 2 da fack dat dey r mai servants. I luv dem anyway, dey are laik mai family except dey r kind uf naked and wak awn 2 leg. I still luv dem so much. One day, one of Misha's "servants" found another cat outside. HhHmmmMMmm, who dis stranger kat b? May b servant finds a frand foar meh. I investigate cuz i feel laik it and i iz kitty. Misha waited for his "servant" to come in. While he was waiting, he went to go do some cat stuff, because after all he is a cat, and cats can do anything they want because they're that special. Duh real mvp's, mmm hmm. Misha strided gracefully towards one of his other "servants" and started meowing annoyingly. "Ay yo yo yo wut is duh up hooman," Misha blurted out on accident, instead of meowing. Cats sometimes make mistakes, but otherwise they are perfect. They're cats, after all. For one second, Misha's servant thought,"Did Misha just talk? No no no, that can't be. Cats can't talk. Obviously." Before Misha tried to claw on his servant's pants, he heard his other servant that was with the cat come in. purrrfeckto, meow i kan go talk to le other kitty nao dat servant haz come in. Misha walked over to the door and tried to open it. Then he realized: he couldn't open the door! Now he won't be able to get out! What a catastrophy! Or perhaps CAT-tastrophy. Oh wait nevermind he can get his servant to open it. OPEN SEESAHMEE! Y dis dore never listen to me laik servant du? OPEN! OPEN! Misha meowed at the door as if he were trying to open it. Misha is probably actually trying to communicate with the door. "Ugh, MISHA. If only you had hands," one of Misha's servants said while walking over to open the door for him. After the servant opened the door, Misha began to walk out, butt-first. He stopped but wasn't completely outside yet. "Misha, do you want to go outside or not?" Misha's servant said imaptiently, with the door still open. Oh servants. They sometimes forget who their true master is. Misha then started toshake his butt, then slowly squatted down. What could Misha be up to? eet iz tyme.....for the dropping. "Misha!" the servant cried, and then ushered Misha away from the house and closed the door. AY Y U INTERRUPT DUH DROPPINGS, HUH?! Misha hissed softly but then remembered that his servants were a lower class than him, and were obviously lesser beings than high class animals such as cats. He understood that lesser beings did not understand the importantance of understanding understanding important things, and that their understanding of understanding this was too much for them. Misha decided it was best for him to abort the droppings, and he should save it for someone special later. Misha wandered around for a little while, and then remembered the cat he saw his servant with. O mai Misha needs a life. "oh my god,"Someone's anonymous brother commented. dey c me trollin, dey hatin so a chicken came over and said,"hey dere big boi"