Now *that's* cat blogging.

"You just wouldn't believe the cutest little thing my kitty did," bubbles up the memory of the most inane comment that I sat through while talking to a girl on the phone in my teens. I didn't protest verbally, but my thoughts went along the lines of "who cares? Can we move on to the part where we establish where we'll meet for some snogging?"

Ah, the things we'll put up with for lust love.

But since that time, I've not been terribly interested in discussing what someone else's kitty's exploits were, nor even their dog[gy]'s highlights. I know you find them cute. They're your pets. That's why we keep pets. If we didn't find them cute, we would do without them, and just burn hundreds of dollars, spread hair everywhere, and put landmines in the yard.

I'm not coming across as a very warm person, am I?
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Any-flippin'-way, my evil scientist proudly nerdy online friend Stingray gives a fine report on his cat, in a manner that I find most acceptable. Uh, after the first paragraph, anyway.