I am the Clorax, and I speak for the bleach
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Yeah, I had to bleach the shit out of the house each morning when I had a cat who pissed up walls and always marked different places.
Never caught him doing it so I don’t know how he accomplished it. But he got it like a foot up.
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Kitty super soaker
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It’s spray can flamethrower time!
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Consensual fluffy sex!?! What the FUCK is wrong with you, you degenerate 
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Bloody hell, they must’ve practiced all 69 postures of SamaKutra.
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“Wumpwess dummeh! Dat smawty spechuh fwend!”
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I just remembered that this story never got a continuation. It has pure gold in the dialogue, always cracks me up
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What the fuck lmao
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Goddamn the picture of that little bastard’s place kind of made me realize exactly why I don’t like hugbox. Hugboxing fluffies is a rich man’s hobby, to effectively do it you have to have the kind of house to spare at the very least a walk in closet customized for fluffy use or an entire room of a house for them. Abuse though that’s the blue collar hobby, the everyman’s hobby, all you need are your hands and feet none of that fancy shit
I guess somebody get a punishment.
Turn them both into litterpals and/or enfiepals and gift them and the safe room to a new good fluffy. Or wait for babbehs and skin them all alive in front of each other.
You know, whatever makes your peepee feel good.
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