Kitty likes riding in the bike basket, doesn’t he! Yes he does! Yes he does!
I’ve never even owned a car. I keeps my kitty.
I am not doing so well in this game.
The bank likes to remind me sometimes that I don’t own it as much as they do but I guess it still counts.
I’ve never owned a car made before 1983! Here’s your kitty.
My kitty failed his driving licence 5 times before figuring Ceiling Cat’s plan for him involved lots of walking.
faithfool, you may go now. 
My only car was made this decade.
I never spent the night away from home until I was 16, not even with relatives.
And then my mother only allowed it once the whole time I was in high school. 
What, no holidays at Grandma’s, no Seaview Hotel, no nothing ? Kitty’s shocked.
Fine. Take my cat for my car.
Take another for overnights.
You get this one, faithfool.
Here is my slumber party kitty.
Nope. My mother was a control freak (turning into an eventual religious nut) who believed no one could look out for me better than she could, even my grandparents who lived next door. If there were to be sleep-overs, it was only under her supervision. When it finally did occur, it was only in conjunction with church camp and then she attempted to guilt trip me into packing it in only.
Yeah, I was a popular kid who was allowed to have a shit-load of fun. :rolleyes:
Faithfool gets my toothpick. I was forced to stay at my dad’s place ever weekend for a few years.
You can have another kitty. I’m not sorry to see this one go, though - that’s kinda messed up.
Take it.
And here’s another.
13 kittys left
Not many sleepovers, but they happened.
Oh, here’s a kitty for you - my folks had 5 of us, they were more than happy to let us go elsewhere for a while!
dammit, my kitty likes riding in Whitey Ford, the big old farm truck, he’s a 93’ the Kia’s a 2001.
Kitty want’s to spend the night with you, that’s just not right…