cats are the ultimate gaming companions
in june 2k19 i had the pleasure of having a pet finally enter my life.
for years, i could not fathom living with a mammal. I had terrible experiences with them growing up. Snowball, my great grandmother “nanny” of long island mob infamy’s little terror poodle, would tackle me and try to fuck me when i was a kid. it didnt give me any weird fetishes i’m just fucking terrified of dogs when they try to jump up to greet me. it’s a damn shame too, that i have inherently always interpreted the mian greeting of affection from pups as hostile.
also my aunt rose had a terrible cat named Gilligan, who really needed to get fuckin lost on a fuckin island.
That all changed in June when my roommate moved in, with the Philadelphia-born All Star Cat, Darryl.
Nowadays, Darryl is an ideal gaming companion. He can be comfortably tucked under my arm while I play console games. He enjoys the space between me and my PC desk, and provides a comfy ambience while I am getting tilted in gun game. His occasional habit of fucking shit up by puking encourages me to frequently clean and examine for nastiness my gaming space (trust me - you need to deep clean occasionally to avoid neckbeard status).
anyway heres a bunch of cat pics
