Yeah, she is cute, some would say that she is a very nice cat. But she isn't. She is pure evil. Pure unadulterated evil. How? I hear you all spontaneously ask. Well here is how:- She always attacks me - not the missus - just me. At random. Fucking thing.
- She meows to go out and then immediately meows to be let back in, as soon as I sit down. Fucking thing.
- She broke MY FUCKING SPITFIRE CUP! I am British and as a result I like the Spitfire plane, "never has so much..." and so forth and she broke it. It was a big cup which could fit about a cup and a half of tea in it. I like tea, now I have to drink a normal amount of tea like a Pleb.
- She knocked my Nigella Lawson (beautiful, beautiful Nigella) on the floor which lead up to her BREAKING MY FUCKING SPITFIRE CUP.
- She fucks with the blinds, that is just annoying. Fucking thing.
- She opens the doors, normally when I am half asleep. Which is annoying.
- She tries to escape and then returns straight away. Make your mind up you damn thing.
- SHE BROKE MY SPITFIRE CUP I LIKED THAT CUP, REALLY LIKED THAT CUP.
- She has no alligence to any football team
- She contributes literally NOTHING to the household budget, she is a drain on resources more than anything.
She is evil but if she falls asleep on you then you do end up forgiving her. Until she bites you inexplicably. Which happens quite a bit. I am a victim. That is the real tragedy in all of this, I am the victim. Never would have happened if we would have got a dog.

