Happy Weekend Chembur Family.
Story of a Neighpurr:
“Name’s Dholu. Age 21. Hoomans say I’m 3. That’s their problem. I say 21. Case closed.
My mansion sits near Sindhi Society. On paper. It belongs to someone else. In reality. I walk in. I sleep. I own it. A hooman named Haris works there as caretaker. He thinks he adopted me. I let him think that. Keeps him loyal.
Chembur’s air hits like expired samosa oil. Still. I stay healthy. No random food. No street experiments. Only Sheba Chicken Flavour Dry Food. Choice of champions. If someone serves me anything else. I give them the 3 AM death stare. Works every time.
My workout routine is simple. Sprint at midnight like I’m chasing secrets. Makes the hoomans panic. Fear builds discipline. Discipline builds respect.
I nap anywhere I want. Floor. Bed. Car bonnet. I don’t sleep. I guard.
People call me a pet. Cute. I run this lane. Every balcony is my lookout spot. Every corner is under watch. If I sit on your car. Consider it protected. Protection tax is paid in snacks and silence.
Marriage? No chance right now. I can’t marry just one. What about all the others who love me? I’m not here to break hearts. I’m here to collect them.
I eat well. Sleep well. Control territory. I’m Dholu. If you see me. Nod once. That’s enough. If I wink. That’s a blessing. Don’t waste it.”
Note:- Real pet. AI helped.
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