Balls, Crickets N Mice, A Pouncer Paradise!

So many rabbits will never again eat carrots, but Pouncer has many satanic habits in the places he inhabits. He pees on my jackets in baskets. It's tragic he eats maggots like an addict. Pouncer is a fanatic Catholic God dammit. His nails are ike hatchets to put manic psychopathics in caskets. But he's a manic galactic chick magnet and sniffs the girls' curls when they swirl if their spastic or do gymnastics or acrobatics. Still he thinks it's magic when they're static n say yak yak yak yak...He gets all dramatic and frantic for packets of catnip dip n chicks with chips, which make his statistics for dog biscuits go ballistic. Pouncer loves to eat plastic, goes spasmatic, blows a gasket and make a racket if they rep spandex to have sex. He'll eat anything including men's slacks or anthrax, and he gives the rats he smacks and subtracts panic attacks. He wears his cap to rap, n it's a fact he did smack with a Savannah Cat before his nap. He found a duck and made it go splat when in quacked. He strapped a bat to Chris Pratt. It caused a scrap on his back so he ate both and used their parts for scrap. Pouncer snaps so much I can't keep track of the bugs he's stacked, the knicknacks he's cracked or the rabbits he's kidnapped. He's got a mousetrap in his backpack and chitchats with democrats. He's apt at attack wombats in combat. He like to watch Aristocats with nymphomaniacs he finds on cat Snapchat. But the spat with that hunchback was just a mishap to entrap a cat and distract from the fact he's an egomaniac who lacks kneecaps and won't feed cats. He's like an erratic electromagnetic, symptomatic of his systematic automatic dynamic. N that's that. Oh and he's straight not a... #pouncerthecat #servals #cats