I SHIP IT

I’m so sorry to hear this. It’s always sad when a beloved animal dies.

Yeah. I mean he wasn't my cat, and I've only seen him a few times since I don't often go visit my dad at home (don't get along great with his wife and we see each other at the office every day anyway). But he always told me almost every morning how little (huge) Freddy was lying on his legs and he couldn't move because Freddy was sleeping there so cutely, or how he walks in through the cat flap in the morning and comes upstairs into the bathroom and wants to be petted and throws himself onto his back and wants his belly tickled. 

I thought that this post was about John's huge cock for a second there.