Look, I don’t know what your last nerve is, but if I’m on it, I don’t care.
I don’t know what Professional Wrestling is, nor who Hulk Hogan and Steve Austin are. I don’t care.
But if a “body slam” gets your lazy ass out of bed in the morning to feed me, I’m going to keep doing it.
If you would get up a couple hours earlier, and feed me before you head for the litterbox and before you get dressed, I wouldn’t have to do it. So until then, enjoy the 14 pounds of slick, black, furry feline wonder dropping onto your gut, baby.