Spazisms

My name is not important. However, due to social sharing obligations I'm required to leak (no pun intended) certain information about meowself. You may refer to me as "Spaz". That's what they do (meow owners, as they call themselves). I'm not crazy, psychotic, or maniacal. They think I'm playing, but I'm preparing for WAR. I'm a Meowcenary. I recruit only those worthy of my cause. Meetings take place at Litterbox Headquarters, in the laundry room between the washer and dryer every Meownday night.

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Soon, humans...

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They'll never recognize me in here!

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"I swear, IT WAS WIGGLING!"

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We've been watching The Walking Dead and taking quizzes. This is what I got!

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Covert operations. 

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A video of me being set up by the enemy...

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There's no white stuff covering the ground this meowning. Good. This means I won't be gazing out the window when I should be working on enlisting my meowcenaries... 

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Meow great-grandfather.  *RIP*

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Fly, you fools!

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What has been seen cannot be unseen.