Thanks everyone!

This post is long overdue, but I wanted to thank everyone for the overwhelming response. All your messages mean a lot, and I’m sorry I didn’t respond sooner. About a week ago I tried, but I found it too difficult, so I put it out of my mind by wrapping my head around other stuff. Again, thanks for the support. Since I’m posting about off-topic stuff, (no this won’t be a habit *grins*), my sister picked up this little guy in early-December.

all my other mega cute lolcat kitty pictures turned out fuzzy. I decided to go with some product placement!

My sister’s boss had adopted this kitty and was in one of those WTF should I do positions because her girlfriend was going to take it back to the pound. “Can I get a refund? I’ve had it for one day and don’t like it.” I wasn’t surprised, I was pissed off. This cuntlord was livid that is was doing kitten-like things and her reasons given when I asked were: “It was getting on our nice furniture.” “We didn’t know it would be so messy when going to the bathroom!” “It cried all the time.” I guess she didn’t get the memo that kittens do cute shenanigans and release bodily functions.

I hate people like this, unfortunately they are the majority where I live. This is another good reason why I stockpile guns and machetes because just about every person I know in their twenties here is on Meth, or has some gambling addiction. Plus you never know when any type of bio-terrorist outbreak or alien invasion will happen. I suspect a lot of these rednecks would turn into super zombies since they have a dual retarded strength factor that crush brain cells and bones.

My sister is a huge animal lover, she went to see what was up with this demonic kitten, and it was so overblown, he was doing all sorts of crazy cool adventures that normal kittens do. My sister fell in love as any sane person would, and adopted him. My sister did gain some boss faction by solving her bosses “relationship” problem, but I can genuinely say she is the type of person to do this, or try to find homes for pets that are bound for the pound. I probably would have twenty dogs and cats by now if I took them in every time she asked. The only problem is my brother-in-law named this kitty some weird French name that I can’t pronounce or spell. On the plus side, I can give him endless amounts of shit over his poor naming skills.

Their kitty did take a dump on my chest (just a smear!) shortly after the above photo was taken, (he still isn’t fully litter-box trained), but I suspect he was scared since I’m a towering 6″6, and my pounds of flesh scale to 270 lbs. I’m a gargantuan flesh beast, an obese force of nature that needs to be reckoned with and that is the only defense the animal kingdom can do to fend my attacks. As you can imagine this little guy is a lot of fun, I find myself visiting more often.