Some people talk about copycats. I talk about copypugs. I think you will recall that my stupid (foster!! HE IS STILL A FOSTER, MOM!) brother Vinny copies the way I sleep. Well that's not the only thing he copies.
Behold: Me, King Vito, on my royal perch.
Followed by my stupid FOSTER brother, Vinny.
COPYING ME and stealing my perch on the ottoman.
This guy needs to GIT. That's what the people where Mom is from in the Ozarks say - instead of "Get Out" they say "GIT." And Vinny needs to GIT.