My roommate has an awesome cat named Brody, who I like to call Satan. Brody has torn a hole into my bed frame, turned my bed post into confetti, pooped 2 feet away from his freshly cleaned litter box, and has ripped up carpet by my front door.
I woke up this morning and Brody greeted me with a friendly meow. After I was finished getting ready for work, Brody walked with me down the stairs, he ran to my legs and started purring. Of course I had to say goodbye to the little bugger. After our friendly goodbye, I walked to my shoes and found a pile of barf. As a joke I sent this to everyone I know.
