MustNotKillKittiesMustNotKillKitties
My neighbor's cat is in heat. The weather is nice and I'd like to have my windows open. (I'd like? I'd like a trip to Europe!).
Are they open? Not so much.
I'm sure the little bastard is a precious little fluff ball of love, but right now she sounds like she has her paws in a blender and a hot spinning razor up her ass - as she has now for days. At least that is what I'm picturing in my mind's eye to make myself feel better.
Can't I kill the kitty? Oh pluheeeeese?
posted by coffeesnob @ Sunday, August 20, 2006
3 Comments:
Paws in a blender? That made me laugh out loud. More so than the razor up the ass.
You have my permission to kill the kitty.
No, really.
I'll see you your cat-in-heat (which we also have to put up with) and I'll raise you one rooster on the back porch crowing at 5:30am.
Oh, screw the valerian and tell your neighbor to get the damn cat fixed. And maybe keep her inside.
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