Fuck You Cats!

I hate and despise fucking cats. I hate them so much I would fire a weapon into a crowd if I thought there was a slim chance I might hit a cat. This picture pretty much sumd up how cats make me feel.







"fuck you, cats!"











If I meet a girl and we get married later down the road and she buys a damn cat, I'm going to murder the damn cat and every other one she gets to replace the previous one. Cat people can lick my sack as well. "ohhh, look at puss he's so precious." Puss will die before the night is over you crazy wench.





I will give you a shot of Drano













The one exception to cats is the late Smokey. Killed in her prime by the now-deceased Red, Coburn's pit bull. A fine animal, Smokey didn't come around for food, she just wanted to hang out and chill on the porch. She loved it when you blew smoke on her, hence the name. All other cats bow to the legend that is Smokey. Kittens weep.






I WILL DRINK YOU!