So I was cleaning out my closet

I have a pretty bad habit of keeping old junk that really has absolutely no use, so I finally decided to throw a bunch of shit away after it took me over 20 minutes to root though random things to find the charging cable for my electric razor.

During said cleaning, I find a super old digital camera my friend threw into my bag before I left to Florida in 2004, we’re talking 2.0 megapixels baby! Anyway, I decided to see if there’s anything on the flash memory (50 meg CF card, lol) and it’s pretty much filled with pictures of my now dead cat. How depressing. So to spread depression around, you all are going to partake in blurry photos of my ex-pet!

Also this was on there:

What an ugly cat.

I find your cat to be very cool. Thank you for displaying the coolness of your cat.

I approve of your ex-cat. Actually I approve of most cats.

Pika-car, eww.

I wanna pika-car. O

Cute cat though, sad that it died.

Indeed. ;_;

My still alive cat, in a not too blurry photo.

“Cleanin Out My Closet”

Where’s my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya’ go, yeah, yo’, yo’…

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i’ve been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin’ kid that’s behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean’s explodin’,
tempers flaring from parents, just blow ‘em off and keep goin’, not takin’ nothin’ from no one,
give ‘em hell long as i’m breathin’, keep kickin’ ass in the mornin’, an’ takin’ names in the
evening, leave ‘em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they’ll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya’ probably sick of me now, ain’t you mama,
i’ma make you look so ridiculous now…


I’m sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i’m
cleanin’ out my closet, {one more time}, I said i’m sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i’m cleanin’ out my closet…

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don’t know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, i’ma expose it, i’ll take you back to ‘73, before I ever had a
multi-platinum sellin’ Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie’s up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don’t on second thought, I just fuckin’ wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I
couldn’t picture leavin’ her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I’d try, to make it
work with her at least for Hailie’s sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i’m only human, but i’m
man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest
shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id’a killed 'em, shit I would have shot
Kim and him both, it’s my life, i’d like to welcome y’all to the Eminem show…


Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen who you
think this record is dissin’, but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin’
your Mama poppin’ prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin’ that someone’s always goin’
through her purse and shits missin’, going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen’s syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn’t ‘til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya’ stomach, doesn’t it, wasn’t it the reason you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin’ older now and it’s cold when your lonely, and Nathan’s growing up so quick, he’s gonna
know that your phoney, and Hailie’s getting so big now, you should see her, she’s beautiful, but
you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won’t
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin’ yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn’t help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin’ burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be…


Your cat lives a good life: just look at those eyes!

The ex-cat looks … a bit less than gruntled.

He really did whatever he wanted, and didn’t take shit from anyone. On numerous occasions I would come home from school and find a dead squirrel in my kitchen. Which was even weirder because I couldn’t find any open doors or windows, so I could never figure out how he got them inside.

Dammit DR, I was gonna post that. <.<

Also, cats are magical. Mine would (and still does) the same thing with mice, birds, anything it could catch. It killed a dog once. o.O

Cool cat, Nulani. Well-groomed fur too.

I never dared to delete the picture of Nul’s cat she once sent me. He just looks like he wants to take over the world. I want a cat like that.

And epic’s cat is cute. :3 With a spot on the nose, too!

He doesn’t want to. He has. Now all he does is sleep all day.

That was a darn good-looking cat.
I wish that there were more photos of my dogs taken, before they went to doggy heaven.

Nul, and Figaro definitely looks like the Universe belongs to him; it would be cool to see some fresh pics of his Majesty one of those days :wink:

I miss my cat. ;-;

Even if all it did at the end was have epileptic fits, she was a good cat!

I found this cleaning out my closet

Cheer up catguy. Cats are by definition good.