The good times are killing me

reviews of things that don’t really need a review

2 My cat
My cats name is Burzum, I named him after a Norwegian black metal singer named Burzum.  Burzum spent seven years in jail for killing his band mate by stabbing him to death with a ball point pen.  Unlike the “human” my cat only spent two weeks at “cat jail” after he started breaking into my mums house at night and eating all her cats food.  I thought that was pretty cool so I adopted him after nobody claimed him. 
He has a very nice coat, the top of him looks like a tiger, his tummy looks like a leopard; he has a very cute “raspy” meow kind of like “mrrraw”.  He is a well-mannered and only “mrraws” when he wants some food, or when I get home from school.  Burzum likes sleeping under the blankets of my bed which has caused me to accidently sit on him a few times, luckily he hasn’t been squashed to badly.  Another good thing about Burzum is he will never become a stripper and leave me for one of his clients, he is also a dear little friend and he helped me through some very hard times.