His Depressed Cat

His Depressed Cat desperately searched for a teapot that they would put on his head. It was considered to be a peculiar thing to do, to you and me, but not to the Cat, who feels it was wonderful. Remarkably, a teapot would be the thing that was opted for.

His Depressed Cat wanted a set square that they would occasionally cuddle. It is a fairly strange thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Cat, who had decided that it was in fact, amazing. Bizarrely, a set square would be the thing that was chosen.

His Depressed Cat desperately craved for a stapler that they would often drop. It was a fairly astonishing thought, to me and my children, but not to the Cat, who had come to the conclusion it was entertaining. Strangely, a stapler of all things.

His Depressed Cat owned a painting of a melon that they would often worship. It was considered to be an exciting approach to life, to me and my parents, but not to the Cat, who felt that the idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon being the chosen thing.

His Depressed Cat wanted a can of coke that they would sometimes put down their trousers. It might be an extraordinary action, to my children, but not to the Cat, who feels it would be simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a can of coke was the thing that was chosen.

His Depressed Cat searched for a pencil sharpener that they would put down their trousers. It might have been a new operation, to my grandpa, but not to the Cat, who had decided that the idea was entertaining. A pencil sharpener is the item that was chosen.