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hear me out. Y'all are pets. Prisoners. Think about it. Pets always be trying to get out and run away. We go out and search for them and bring them back home. Are we holding pens against their will? Yo?
I don't know, I mean some of them yes, but my dog would never run away. We open the door, she doesn't care, she just wants to be where we are. But yeah, some like cats. Cats sometimes just want to be free, you know?
Okay, I feel you on the cat. You know why? Because my friend's cat, when we used to all go to her house and hang out, that cat used to walk into the bedroom, go behind the door, and slam the door shut because that cat didn't want no company.
My dog has me, a prisoner, okay? Like, if I really let him off leash, he might run off if there's a cat, but then he's gonna come back, and he's gonna cry and cry, until I let all 95 pounds of him sit in my lap, and there's a loud noise? Oh, he's gonna try to literally get underneath me.
Right now I have the flu, and bronchitis, and I'm feeling like shit. It doesn't fucking matter for Frankie, he wants to be in my lap 24-7. Mom, we don't have time for you to be sick right now, it's lap time.
I was feeling better until iDog decided that I'm paying too much attention to my switch and he decided to try to knock it out of my hands and it hit me in the face. I am the prisoner.
No, I don't think they're a prisoner. I think I am a prisoner because I have to pay for essential things that I need, you know? I gotta work and then pay to live.
I think the whole idea of putting anything in its unnatural environment is a form of prison. You know what I'm saying? For example, a fishbowl for fish.