Look, I love cats, but I'm not blind to their faults. And I'm not going to pull any punches.
Cats are supposed to be so zen. Like they're somehow above this world and all its cares, right?
No, that's NOT right. Materialistic little bastards is what they are. Someone here called them "catipalists." Damn straight.
It doesn't seem to matter how much crap cats have; they want MORE. They could have summer cottages by the lake. They could have ministorage units crammed full of toys. They could have million-dollar trust funds.
What more could they possibly want? I'll tell you what they want.
They want a bite (one bite) out of every chocolate chip cookie in the batch you just took out of the oven.
They want to know how many licks it takes to get the center of a stick of butter. Or just how many it takes to make you throw the stick away. (Answer: 1)
They want that box of Christmas ornaments you made the mistake of packing away while they were watching.
They want that fragile heirloom souvenir thingy you set on the tippy-top shelf of the bookcase. [What is that thing? —Doesn't matter really. If it moves, makes noise, or reflects light in any way, they WANT it. In pieces if necessary. Down on the floor. Right now.]
What do cats want? Oh not much, really.
Just everything YOU own.

[For PS and TG]






















































































