When not spending his time golfing at Catalago or on twitter with his tiny paws, Trumpy can be found in the oval office, sleeping. And dreaming of big slices of chocolate...clears throat, I mean salmon cake.
When he doesn't get his way or is flustered by the fake news, he can act out.
Gotta watch those cups too. Trumpy says fuck your cups, I had a large crowd size.
He really thinks he is much, much more than the POTUS, rather he is the king
And he loves the finer things of life too, like a soft warm blanket befitting only of Trumpy
Or, an intriguing box, spritzed with the scent of Putin cough cough I mean catnip spray
He is also very happy with his tremendousness
And doesn't mind telling the press about it:
Hope you have enjoyed meeting the president. He doesn't a flip if he ever meets you, he's just happy for the ratings ( AKA upvotes ;) )
This is my cat originally named Orangey (I know super creative right? ) or, simply "G", for short. I recently began calling him Trumpy because, well, he is orange, he can be obnoxious, and a bit of a spoiled attention hoe.
all photos are my own
