cliff and the dead cat (part 5)

A few weeks later it dawned upon him. 

“OMG IT’S MY DEAD CAT! YAY!” Cliff yelled. 

Now that the duo were finally reunited, they could spend some time together. Cliff decided that a romantic evening under the stars in a McDonald’s parking lot would be the best way. 

But then Cliff changed his mind when he remembered that he doesn’t support gay actions and stuff. While Cliff was thinking of a less gay setting so they could spend time together, the old man and cross dressing cat appeared out of a puff of black smoke that Abby, a hoe that Cliff used to know, had exhaled. GROSS! 

“Can you let our cats play together?” the old man asked.

“No way, they’re both boys… that’s icky!,” Cliff replied.

“Please?”

“Okay.”

So now that Cliff had gotten over his homo fears, the cats could play together. The old man said they could stay at his house for the night since it was getting late. It was fine with Cliff and the dead cat because they had no where to be anyways. When it was time for bed, the old man said that Cliff could sleep on his bed. Cliff thought this was nice of him until the old man climbed in bed with him and got uncomfortably close. It was awkward for Cliff but he didn’t say anything and tried to fall asleep right away.

Hours later, Cliff and the old man woke up to the sound of the old man’s car starting. 

“RAPE!” the old man exclaimed!

“No,” Cliff countered, “I think the cats just hijacked your car.”

“Oh, hmm. Why would they do that?” asked the old man.

“Psh, I dunno. Don’t ask me stoopi ass! Let‘s just go look for them.”

“Where do you think they went?”

“Oh I think I know…”