Noah entered the pet shop with his bird in tow.
“The bitch needs a collar. Engrave ‘SLUT KITTEN’ on the dog tag.”
She pouted, running her fingers over the bulge of his one-eyed trouser snake.
“Kitty needs it now.”
“Kitty needs it now,” he parroted. “Does she?”
She nodded, standing on one foot, like a flamingo with her pink hair.
Noah raised an eyebrow at the owner, who nodded and turned the sign to ‘Closed’.
She squealed like a stuck pig as she was DP’d.
Afterwards, she purred with pleasure. The cat who had got the cream in both holes.
