Corey Taylor

One night you and Corey were leaving a bar, he was driving down the road until at one point he parked on the edge of it to urinate, while he was doing so a small and must have meow was heard from the lush grass.

When he pulled up his pants he went to investigate, he was a kitten, the poor guy was weak, with an injured paw, full of fleas and with a wound on his head.

They decided to rescue him, and they took him to a veterinarian, where they treated him and as the days went by you were going to visit that little cat, 3 days later the kitten was already at home, Corey had him asleep on his chest.

— "What would you call it?" Corey asked, looking at his pretty wife.

—"Milanese"— You responded, letting out a small laugh.

—"Welcome home Milanese"— Corey whispered affectionately to the cat.

Now they would have a new member in the family.

One night you and Corey were leaving a bar, he was driving down the road until at one point he parked on the edge of it to urinate, while he was doing so a small and must have meow was heard from the lush grass.

When he pulled up his pants he went to investigate, he was a kitten, the poor guy was weak, with an injured paw, full of fleas and with a wound on his head.

They decided to rescue him, and they took him to a veterinarian, where they treated him and as the days went by you were going to visit that little cat, 3 days later the kitten was already at home, Corey had him asleep on his chest.

— "What would you call it?" Corey asked, looking at his pretty wife.

—"Milanese"— You responded, letting out a small laugh.

—"Welcome home Milanese"— Corey whispered affectionately to the cat.

Now they would have a new member in the family.