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I do so love LOLcats. I personally prefer dogs to cats, but I still enjoy cats, and I have to admit that LOLcats are funnier than LOLdogs.

And now you can get LOLcats in PG-13!

And that toothless Canuck tweaker cracked me up. Nice touch.

Fuck cats? Fuck you!

Also, cat person and proud of it.

Forget hating on cats. Can we start hating on people who do not take care of their pets - cats, dogs, rabbits, and everything else - by getting them spayed or neutered? Or annual vaccinations and check ups?

Cats rule. More specifically, my cats rule me.

As a cat person from Winnipeg, I contend that you are incorrect in your assertions.

I really never got the cat hate and I love them even more since I met Greebo!

My cat is not a stuck-up high school girl.

My cat is the undisguised spawn of Satan.

Seriously, I've had some expensive animals in my time, but this is the most willfully destructive animal on the planet. When my ex owned her, she killed copperheads for fun. Now she lives with me, and as I seemingly have no copperheads, she wreaks havoc with computer equipment.

You ever see a cat calmly and deliberately pop laptop keys off? She sat there, popped off the "Delete" key, and as I launched across the room to throttle her, she gave me this look like, "Well, that was fun. I wonder if the quotation mark will make a pretty arc, too?" Do you know how HARD it is to fix single, missing keys on a damn laptop? My keyboard is white, and $40 later, I have darling spots of black keys that I've had to special order after SHE BIT THROUGH THEM.

I have a dozen small sighthounds here, and she strolls through the house taunting them. Then she lands somewhere and pushes things off tables and shelves, I'm pretty sure in an effort to knock them out. One of my foster dogs is very little, and he's really sick, and she jumped on his back for no discernible reason. I think she just wanted to see if she could beat up a dog. Well, she outweighs him by 5 lbs, so yeah, she could.

I'm really quite fond of cats as a species. But this one, not so much.

I love cats. I love that they're mean and nasty and deep down couldn't give a shit about you. If you died in your bed, your dog would curl up gently beside you and wait for more humans. Your cat would most likely tear off chunks of your dead flesh both for consumption and amusement.

But mostly? Mostly I love that my 50lb shepherd, who, with nothing more than a look and a slight lifting of her upper lip once convinced a particularly bold coyote it was in its best interest to vacate our yard immediately, literally trembles in fear when my 5lb kitten casually strolls by her.

"come on down to kern hill furniture co-op"

If anyone gets that, you are most definitely a winnipegger. and therefore a syphilitic whore.

in my experience, cat-haters are usually bad in bed. in my experience...

Agreed.

You know what's worse than cats? Fucking cat people, man.

If I hear one more person tell me, "cats have their own minds and don't deign to sit and fetch and play and round up sheep, like common dogs" and not realise it is because cats are fucking stupider than dogs and add nothing to society, you anthropomorphological cockface, I'm going to kill you and use that animal as the instrument of death giving.

Subject, object, tense, right out the window.

Sorry. I know there a lot of you.

Fuck cats.

They're like fish, only with claws.

That reminds me: is PETA still trying to rebrand fish as 'sea-kittens'? *googles*. Yep.
Reason 3,679 that PETA are fuckwits.

What on earth is a Fleshlight? And do I really want to know?

Team cats!

My cats are irritating, but the worst cat is better than a dog. Dogs are too fucking desperate and needy. Come home from work and a stupid hound will act like you're returning home after a thousand years, even though you go to work and come home AT THE SAME DAMNED TIME EVERYDAY. And nobody has ever stood outside in the freezing rain (or knee-deep snow or a monsoon) at 6 a.m. waiting for a cat to find the one perfect place to take a shit.

I'm getting so sick of cat hating. It's so rare you hear someone talk shit about dogs, so why talk so much shit about cats? Whatever.

“they were here first.”

That made me love your mom. I hate that pets, particularly cats, are treated as objects you should feel totally ok just getting rid of when something comes up or you have kids and things get awkward and tense between cat and baby (remind me to create a band called Cat and Baby, or maybe just CATBABY) I understand things can come up in life sometimes, but it must be so tragic to be a cat with a family that loves you and suddenly end up alone in a totally different environment and never see the person you cared about again.

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I have four cats, and I can't remember the last time any of them clawed me. Except one specific instance where I totally deserved it, and couldn't even be upset at him for it. I would have whacked me too.

Also, while a Fleshlight may be good for many things, there are some times where it just doesn't do.

My parents kept their two cats and two dogs after I was born. Apparently they laid me on the carefully-cleaned floor after bringing me back from the hospital and let the herd sniff me (but not pee on me to mark me as theirs, thankfully. Or so they claim. Bloody hippies). All my baby pictures are of me surrounded by my bodyguards, and wherever I crawled they followed.

At 18 I developed cat allergies and miss having cats like crazy. I love their attitude, their purring, their lack of drool and their ridiculously soft fur.

At least I still have dogs. And yet I must concur with Tracer Bullet to the point of angry, incoherent, rage-filled weeping.

Oh whatever, cats are amazing. I have two and they make my life happier and cuddlier. You say they have attitude like it's a bad thing, that's what I love about them. I love the sass and the demands for attention and how they use you as their own personal chaise lounge (after "making muffins" on your stomach for twenty minutes, of course). And you know what's really awesome about them? You can leave them alone for more than half a day without worrying about them spazzing out and tearing up your whole house.

I used to be ambivilent on this whole topic - I've had both cats and dogs.

Then I got a job as a mail carrier.

And people, the stereotype is true - dogs HATE mail carriers, and I have learned to hate a lot of dogs. Behind slips/trip/falls and carpal tunnel, dog bites are the most common mail carrier injury. In my small office of 15 routes, we had three dog injuries requiring stitches last year.

I have to say though, mostly these dogs are just doing what comes naturally - defending what they see as their 'turf.' I blame the idiot owners, who most of the time are standing RIGHT THERE watching their enormous, barking, slobbering hellhound accost me, a 5 foot 4 inch 130 pound female who was noticibly pregnant most of the summer, while I try and balance 20 pounds of mail and packages in my arms, leaving me no free appendages to ward the dog off with. Yeah. Thanks for your concern, asshole. And God forbid I try and kick Kujo out of my way or yell at him go get down. Oh, no....

Sorry, I have a lot of rage. There's a reason 'going postal' is a phrase.

Hersheygirl, do you carry a can of Halt! with you? It's the postal service's favorite brand of dog mace. We've used it to turn away a charging pit bull.

General Rhubarb, I'm sorry. The saddest I've ever been was when one of my cats that I'd had since I was eight years old died a couple of years ago. His name was Liam, he was crazy and a little bit dumb, and he was one of the nicest, funniest cats around. He'd always come in my bedroom about ten minutes after I turned out the light, and he'd walk back and forth along my bed meowing at me to pick him up until he got tired of that and jumped up himself. Then he'd sit on me just far enough away that I couldn't reach him to pet him without sitting up. What a weirdo.

Stardust, you get an internet high five. If a person adopts something (cat, dog, baby), they can't just throw it out in a heartbeat. I still feel guilty about my turtle. My mom brought home a turtle when I was a kid, and he was always kind of a second-tier pet (less interaction than the cats), but I liked him. I grew up and moved out and didn't particularly want to take him with me (I live in a small apartment with roommates in New York, and the turtle was in Chicago). My mom ended up having to move to San Francisco (into her own small apartment), so neither of us could take care of the turtle. She found a nature preserve thing near Chicago who had an aquarium for land reptiles (Shelby is an eastern box turtle) and they took him in. I feel terrible for giving up a pet, but I guess that was the best option, and now he has more space to roam around and more knowledgeable people to take care of him.

I don't care if other people don't like animals. We pick and choose what we grant people status. For instance, I eat beef, but I would never eat a cat (unless I'm starving in the jungle and a tiger tried to eat me and I somehow killed it, but that's only happened twice). There's nothing innately better about cats than cows, I just choose to see cats as people (or some version of people), and cows as animals, because I like cats more.

Vic, as a former Winnipegger, having moved away for good less than a year ago, I also don't get the hate. I adore my syphilitic town with all the hobos and shankings. What better place to have a Museum for Human Rights in the city that systematically abuses them re: drunk native americans?

But I digress.

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Hey awesome, this has been a great help to me, I have had some really serious trouble in my private life recently and it is strange how certain things can really pick you back up or make you lose focus on the horrible stuff and get busy with the other things in life. Anyway thank you so much.