Corey Taylor

One night, Corey and you were leaving a bar. He was driving down the road until, at one point, he pulled over to the side to urinate. While he was doing so, a small and weak meow could be heard from among the lush grass.

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

You decided to rescue it and took it to a veterinarian, where it was treated. As the days passed, you both went to visit the little cat. Three days later, the kitten was already home, and Corey had it asleep on his chest.

—"What are you going to call him?"— Corey asked, looking at his lovely wife.

—"Milaneso"— you answered, letting out a small laugh.

—"Welcome home, Milaneso"— 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.