I. Hate. Cats.
I don't use the word "hate" much. But I hate cats.
Specifically, I hate the cat that filled my kids' sandbox with crap the other night. I suspect this cat belongs to the new neighbors but in fairness it could be any cat. Whatever cat it is, I hate.
I take some solace from knowing that if said cat is out at night much it will eventually become Coyote Chow, or perhaps Owl Snack.
Stupid cats.
Comments
I'm with ya brother!
Posted by: Ray | September 23, 2003 7:45 PM
But, didn't you know that sandboxes = giant litter box?
Posted by: Me | September 24, 2003 6:41 AM
It is not a matter of me realizing that cats poop in sand. It is a matter of this particular cat pooping in my sand.
Posted by: Brad | September 24, 2003 8:40 AM
I plan on treating myself to a lovely little kitty for my birthday. However, it will not crap in other people's sandboxes, as it will be an indoor cat and crap in its designated area. I 'hate' fleas.
Posted by: meg | September 24, 2003 8:20 PM
Put a lid on it silly.
Posted by: Me | September 24, 2003 10:43 PM
I am well aware of the steps I need to take.
Posted by: Brad | September 25, 2003 11:15 AM
Meeeoooow!
Posted by: Me | September 25, 2003 6:37 PM