Banjul: It turns out that...I become a super cat

 

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Name: Banjul

Date of Birth: 29/02/2012

Nickname: Banju, Bonjour, and other stupid french connections.

Address: Somewhere, but it has two windows.

Best: all

Worst: none

Loves: Julita, my crew, high spots, exibihionism, my black fair, some movies, jazz, food food food food and a warm place.

Hates: Julita is far away, Julita's new male, loud music, treat me like a dog for sake.

 

I've moved three times in the past 10 months. I met a lot of people. I think they all like me, not only because I am fluffy, but also because I was taught to behave like a dog. It was a stupid idea, but it is not in my hands to change my fate, as long as they give me a warm place and food. I might say «they», because they are so many. Well, the first guy I met was very stupid to me. This new one I enjoy being with him. I also have fun with his female friend: she makes me believe I am the BEST! If she thinks so, I am the best! A very nice lady comes every week with food, and a nice guy comes too: it's playtime for me, ufff. Then, the only one who never seems to change is the one who gave me this name, that no one can pronounce, pfff! But I do not blame her, she's from another planet for sure: have mercy. I do not really care, as long as she gives me a warm place and food. Well, she said to me that she'll never leave me alone wherever she goes, but tonight, I think I get nauseous and I miss her: she has any technical abilities to sing, but at least she does something to calm me down, even if it is that lame song. Actually «she», CHANGE IT PLEASE! Nevermind, it's ok for me, I do not even care as long as I have a warm place and food. She takes me to the strangest places ever seen :if I had the voice-choice I certainly would suggest something fancier... she tells me not to be afraid but HELLO, it is certain that I am afraid, because I am a cat, not a dog. I am not a gangster! Anyway, everything's ok as long as I have a warm place and food. I don't like her loud music, I just want to kill her but fineeee, I do not even care, as long as I have a warm place and food. When I go every weekend to Julita, there're three «they», and there's another playtime, double ufff! Two guys. I prefer guys: they literally don't treat me like a dog. Then, there's another lady but she treats like a pussycat, she's very sensitive for my taste: but it's ok for me, she gives me a lot of fooooooooood. Well, I think I'll need to behave more like a gangster, because maybe I'll move again, and with the real «she» who knows. Today I have a warm place and food, however tomorrow I could be at war in Palestina.