My late cat Princess would beg me to open the cage door everytime I took it out for her annual checkups the vet. She would relentlessly beg and meow, and I’d eventually open the door and she would walk right in. Hell, you could close the door and as long as there were toys and treats she wouldn’t complain. But, the second that cage was lifted up and carried into the car, she would realize that it wasn’t just some magic box with food and try to get out. As she moved around in the cage, one of her cat toys would roll and she’d calm down before her realization hit again.

She was truly the epitome of an orange cat…

Imao what a unhinged yet accurate description

“On behalf of all Americans, I am so sorry that our President…”

“As a sane American…”

“Please boycott us more, we deserve it. :(”

Ffs get out there and protest or riot.