FAT CAT
FAT CAT
FAT CAT
the edge of a cozy city park, in a small house with a red roof, lived a cat. Not just any cat — this was FATCAT. He earned that name not only because of his size but also for his royal manners. FATCAT weighed more than the neighbor’s dachshund, walked with dignity, and slept exclusively on silk pillows.
Every morning, he went hunting — not for mice, but for treats. He strolled through backyards, skillfully peeking into windows until he found Grandma Zina, who would always say:
“Oh, our guest has arrived! Come in, FATCAT, I’ve got some leftover turkey.”
One fine day, FATCAT realized he had become too lazy even for walks. He lay in his armchair, basking in the sun, thinking:
“Maybe I should get myself a personal human to fetch the snacks for me?”
the edge of a cozy city park, in a small house with a red roof, lived a cat. Not just any cat — this was FATCAT. He earned that name not only because of his size but also for his royal manners. FATCAT weighed more than the neighbor’s dachshund, walked with dignity, and slept exclusively on silk pillows.
Every morning, he went hunting — not for mice, but for treats. He strolled through backyards, skillfully peeking into windows until he found Grandma Zina, who would always say:
“Oh, our guest has arrived! Come in, FATCAT, I’ve got some leftover turkey.”
One fine day, FATCAT realized he had become too lazy even for walks. He lay in his armchair, basking in the sun, thinking:
“Maybe I should get myself a personal human to fetch the snacks for me?”
the edge of a cozy city park, in a small house with a red roof, lived a cat. Not just any cat — this was FATCAT. He earned that name not only because of his size but also for his royal manners. FATCAT weighed more than the neighbor’s dachshund, walked with dignity, and slept exclusively on silk pillows.
Every morning, he went hunting — not for mice, but for treats. He strolled through backyards, skillfully peeking into windows until he found Grandma Zina, who would always say:
“Oh, our guest has arrived! Come in, FATCAT, I’ve got some leftover turkey.”
One fine day, FATCAT realized he had become too lazy even for walks. He lay in his armchair, basking in the sun, thinking:
“Maybe I should get myself a personal human to fetch the snacks for me?”
I`m so fat that i`m too lazy to write tokenomics. First i`ll eat and than we`ll decide something together
I`m so fat that i`m too lazy to write tokenomics. First i`ll eat and than we`ll decide something together
I`m so fat that i`m too lazy to write tokenomics. First i`ll eat and than we`ll decide something together
CA : coming soon
CA : coming soon
CA : coming soon
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