Divorce Cat........................

I really don't like cats...............I tolerate them.

I really don't begrudge the things the former spouse took out the door. I do, however, sincerely wish she'd taken the fucking cat.

Cats are reptiles with fur.

I wouldn't really have a problem with utilizing cat meat as a food source, like in gas station burritos or something............we could fatten them up and tenderize them somehow and ship them in a ground form to a third world country that is hurting for protein.

Eating dog, on the other hand, would be too much like cannibalism...........ok in a real pinch but otherwise unacceptable. Eating the brains out of live monkeys is sick...........won't even go there. Insects?......maybe in a cassarole, with noodles and lots of cheese.

In the meantime, I've got this fuzzy, flea bitten motherfucker rubbing up against me and the only reason it pays any attention to me at all is because I feed it...............too much like my last marriage.

Thus endeth the entry.........