Every time I read "rofl" I hear Scooby Doo trying to say "waffle".
I'm contacting the shelter. It's obvious there has been a mix-up, and I was adopted by some really common people. So far there has been a distinct lack of steak; the water in my bowl is anything but sparkling, and worst of all- there is a cat on the premises!
Ohai... yoo smellz like... bacon... Wait a minute.... didn't yoo say we wuz out?
Why hello good looking. Oh wait, that's my tail I'm talking too.
By the prickling in my thumbs, something wicked this way com---- Oh crap, it's here already, isn't it???