adopting and then abandoning a cat because it did normal cat things (needed time to warm up to you, had a bathroom accident, scratched furniture, wanted to play) is sinister behavior and if you do it you will burn in hell for eternity
Sometimes I love water, she is my favourite drink, delish, I yearn for water. Other days it is disgusting, gag, gross, don’t come near me with that, Diet Pepsi only.
Help, your local big spender (me) all of a sudden gets very anxious over the amount of money in my checking account. What happened to my “moneys only good to you while you’re alive” mentality that allowed me to live life carefree?