Discobiscaphobia

I just seen a pretty kitty and he had a heart on his collar and he was on the loose when I was on my way home from what may or may have been a bar.

At any mortgage rate, I follow his sonabich for like three blocks (certainly out of my route homeward) and was fixin to fetch him, but like the thorn to the lion, I was overcome by the dipsy doodles whats was in my paw. They desperately needed some t.c.o., with them being the business.

So I walked a little too slow for the rascally beast, and thus I sit at home catless, though fulla corn chips. Glutiosity safed the kitty.