The feline is a majestic creature with few emotional ties. Their aversion to authority and fixation on good hygiene is something I can really relate to. I can't help but respect an animal who can still look chic with one leg hiked bolt upright in the air to groom it's genitalia while simultaneously daring any onlookers to comment on the spectacle. There's something equally beautiful about the way cats show affection. If the front claws are left in, there's never a moment where your cat will let you forget the power it holds over you. Even in it's happiest state, when your cat is laying on your chest whilst demanding your hand's constant contact, it kneads your flesh like it's priming meat for Sunday dinner. Cats are in charge, and that's just how it is.
Miranda (Priestly) and (Tina) Fey plotting revenge on their captors after taking a bath to de-flea. "They crossed the wrong bitches."
It may seem a wee bit hypocritical that a mere three posts prior to this one, I made some derogatory quips about my "cat friends." What can I say, I'm full of surprises. You guys can start coming over again I guess.
