The domestic cat. Our wives and girlfriends adore their precious feline friends. We men realize that these “domesticated” beasts are actually the spawn of Satan sent to torment our souls.
Why is it acceptable for this hairy animal, which just strolled through it’s own crap filled litter box, to prance across the kitchen counter and have free rain of any other horizontal surface in the house? Well, like it or not, the cat’s going to do it. I try to train it (the occasional toss of a beer can at its head), but it never seems to get the point.
And here’s the kicker! They live almost 20 years! So, it’s pure and straight up torture. I can’t wait till we get our next one. 🙂