While we're all sending cat pictures, heres our pretty boy Patches!
Patches is a potential competitor for the fluffiest guy to ever do it
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While we're all sending cat pictures, heres our pretty boy Patches!
Patches is a potential competitor for the fluffiest guy to ever do it
Week 4
Impossibly cute
A little ball of fuzz sat perched on the edge of a laptop, spikes of fuzz lit up by the harsh light of the bright screen. Orange light from the street lamps outside weakly trickled in from the open tilt-turn window. The fuzz shivered. It was winter, and the heater was supposed to be on, but apartment management had decided to continue their tradition of keeping the heating off until the temperature outside hit the single-digits.
It seemed to be deep in thought, three eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and spitefully tried to ignore the notifications that popped up in the corner of the screen. ‘Damn those Google Classroom notifications,’ it thought, before continuing to wrack its brain for cleaver ideas.
Suddenly it perked up, gleefully chuckling and hopping in place before it started bouncing from a key to another.
Clack clack clack... clack clack clack clack... clackity clack clack... backspace backspace backspace... clack clack...
It looked up at the screen and lets out a shrill cry of frustration. The words were not working together. It would have to start again. It angrily jumped onto the keys, recommencing its erratic bouncing, and promptly fell off of the edge of the laptop. The tired fuzzball climbed back up to survey the damage it had done.
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‘Well,’ the ball of fuzz thought. ‘It’s not like I have anything better to post.’
The fuzzball scooted around on the touchpad until the cursor was above the ‘post’ button, and jumped once more to post the shitpost to Tumblr dot com. It yawned. That would be enough for the day.
He hit the baby
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