The precious cat...

Right. To start with, this image is repulsive and harrowing. I can hear questioning along the lines of "Why use it then?" Well, the picture, if you have not yet figured it out is actually of a dead cat, and I have used it because... why the hell would you load a picture up on the internet titled "Dead domestic cat". In addition, why when searching google images for "cats" is it one of the first images you come across?!

So... image aside... cats, domestic cats. What is the point? Recently, our cat Polly, our childhood cat died, to be replaced by a ginger nightmare called Monty. Sympathy and arrr's are definitely not necessary. I personally don't get on with cats all that well, but I didn't mind Polly. She was like most cats, only came to you when she wanted attention, or when you were doing something, would demand feeding, and then bugger off for four days or so... This is common as cats go right! (And incidentally, Polly was actually quite sweet once or twice) 

Problem. Since the introduction of Monty to the household, not only has the dog (Mabel) had to start walking to the tone of his tune, after a few weeks or kitchen floor stand offs. But also he has somehow manipulated the mind of both parents of mine, who treat him like a child - the good egg, surrounded by a golden glow! They answer his whims, call him in at night, let him eat leftovers from the table etc... They find this cunning felines behaviour so endearing and delightful. 

In reality however, all he is, is a menace. A complete pain. I can see straight through him. I mean for instance, he brutally murdered a poor pigeon the other day, and recently had a good few hours on the operating table (patching up a hole in his leg) after coming off worse in a back yard brawl.

I struggle to understand what is so attractive about having a domestic cat? I mean in European countries, and some North African, cats are not greatly received, and are left to stray. Brits comparatively love 'em. Nothing can beat the image of a big flat fluffy cat sprawled out on a poofy in front of a fireplace. I personally will never have a cat. 

Another beaming example why not to have a cat is my Nan. God she loves her cats. I mean she gets full on angry at them if they don't do as they are told, and she will even not come and do things like visit family sheerly because "What about the cats..." Well, what about them? God give me strength. Back to the image. I am not necessarily saying that I want cats dead, no, certainly not. But I am not a fan, and find them unnecessary. Instead, please do the right thing and get a dog.