I have a weird connection with orange cats, gingers. The first cat that was actually ‘mine’ was named Monster and I didn’t name him. Monster made me care, because of love, I had to take care of something because I loved him and I wasn’t in a place to love myself. It was a low point. Living in an RV on a mountain in Virginia, working at a burger king, stealing fish sandwiches because I couldn’t afford cat food. Monster changed my life. And he wasn’t a cat, he was a kindred soul, sent directly to me because I needed him. He Liked to be around if I played music, he would just settle in and become my little audience of one. Cricket does that too. But Cricket is named after a Tom Segura bit and Tom Segura is a cocksucker amongst cocksuckers with lame recent specials… just kidding 🤣🤣🤣 I don’t really give a fuck about what public people are or aren’t. Cricket is cool, Monster was cooler
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