People...why can't you make up your freaking minds? You get another cat and want me to like it. You want me to play with it. You want some interaction that doesn't involve blood and/or me growling at the little monster.

So we give you what you want. We play. We run up and down the hall, through the kitchen, smash into a few walls and doors, up over the table or the Woman's comfy chair, as fast as we can, and what do you do?

You get all "oh you're going to get hurt" and tell us to calm down!!! You might even squirt us!

Make up your mind! Either I play with him or I kill him.

Your choice.

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