Not A Cat Person
Current events warrant an entry more, but I'm not up to addressing that now, so instead....
There are people on my street who feed the stray cats. Obvious side effect, we're now infested with em.
Admittedly, I like dogs. The aid of canines was a major advantage which lead to the rise of mankind's civilization (not even hyperbole, domesticating dogs is what gave us the leg over all those other cave homids we fucking buried in prehistory) so I'm always going to pick "man's best friend" over every other furry fuck. No question. But even for people who are Team Cat I seriously have to question their sanity for encouraging this shit.
You can't pet or play with feral cats, they don't improve the ecosystem unless you absolutely hate birds & lizards, and it's not like their presence brings you anything other than shit in the yard or being waken up in the middle of the night by sounds of their fighting/fucking.
As much as I'm resigned to the fact that we are horriblly irrational beings that hate, HATE!, critical thinking, it still boggles my fucking mind that anyone would look at this clusterfuck and have the reaction "Yaaay! Kitties!"
Not that this is a #firstworldproblems thing for me, mind you. For the most part I won't even acknowledge them, apart from infrequent uses of a garden hose when I'm in absolutely no mood for their shit (rape the girl cat on someone else's lawn, you fucks, I'm trying to sleep here). But still, it gnaws at you when there's at least 5 of these things running around at any given time and you know that someone, somewhere, has given them all names and would probably get overly defensive if the truth was ever revealed to them that it's a public fucking nuisance.
Again, I'm enough of an asshole that I don't like them, but I'm not calling animal control. Or setting out tasty saucers of antifreeze.
One in particular has taken behind my garbage can as being its nappy spot. This wouldn't be an issue except that everytime I see cat paws from behind there my initial reaction is to assume the little fuck picked that area as its stray cat graveyard and now I have to get a shovel to deposit the corpse somewhere else. And then it gets up and runs off when I stop to verify it's not dead.
I'm sure whoever the hell has been feeding it has some cutesy name they use. "That's Snarfield! He/She loves trash cans!" To me its Garbage Cat. It'll always be Garbage Cat. They are ALL garbage cats, but this one is Garbagest.
Seriously, this is a step down from people who keep rats and other vermin as pets. At least intentionally having it in your house implies ownership.
There are people on my street who feed the stray cats. Obvious side effect, we're now infested with em.
Admittedly, I like dogs. The aid of canines was a major advantage which lead to the rise of mankind's civilization (not even hyperbole, domesticating dogs is what gave us the leg over all those other cave homids we fucking buried in prehistory) so I'm always going to pick "man's best friend" over every other furry fuck. No question. But even for people who are Team Cat I seriously have to question their sanity for encouraging this shit.
You can't pet or play with feral cats, they don't improve the ecosystem unless you absolutely hate birds & lizards, and it's not like their presence brings you anything other than shit in the yard or being waken up in the middle of the night by sounds of their fighting/fucking.
As much as I'm resigned to the fact that we are horriblly irrational beings that hate, HATE!, critical thinking, it still boggles my fucking mind that anyone would look at this clusterfuck and have the reaction "Yaaay! Kitties!"
Not that this is a #firstworldproblems thing for me, mind you. For the most part I won't even acknowledge them, apart from infrequent uses of a garden hose when I'm in absolutely no mood for their shit (rape the girl cat on someone else's lawn, you fucks, I'm trying to sleep here). But still, it gnaws at you when there's at least 5 of these things running around at any given time and you know that someone, somewhere, has given them all names and would probably get overly defensive if the truth was ever revealed to them that it's a public fucking nuisance.
Again, I'm enough of an asshole that I don't like them, but I'm not calling animal control. Or setting out tasty saucers of antifreeze.
One in particular has taken behind my garbage can as being its nappy spot. This wouldn't be an issue except that everytime I see cat paws from behind there my initial reaction is to assume the little fuck picked that area as its stray cat graveyard and now I have to get a shovel to deposit the corpse somewhere else. And then it gets up and runs off when I stop to verify it's not dead.
I'm sure whoever the hell has been feeding it has some cutesy name they use. "That's Snarfield! He/She loves trash cans!" To me its Garbage Cat. It'll always be Garbage Cat. They are ALL garbage cats, but this one is Garbagest.
Seriously, this is a step down from people who keep rats and other vermin as pets. At least intentionally having it in your house implies ownership.