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Canuck wrote:so here's a question, for all you folks who have cats and go away a lot on weekends (and all those who don't have cats because of similar concerns)(and ... anyone else who has an opinion): have you ever had problems like this? do you feel guilty about leaving them home alone a lot? and how much time away from home and cat is too much?

so here's a question, for all you folks who have cats and go away a lot on weekends (and all those who don't have cats because of similar concerns)(and ... anyone else who has an opinion): have you ever had problems like this? do you feel guilty about leaving them home alone a lot? and how much time away from home and cat is too much?

spuzo wrote:oh and one of them has displayed some awesome natural bouldering abilities. CRAG KITTIES!!!!

Yasmeen the Terrible wrote:
i had a kitten once as a small child. his name was sugarfoot due to his one front paw that was pure white. we would play together. i would dress him up in cheerleader outfits, pretend to date him, marry him, and late have kids with him. my friends at school thought this was funny and soon they turned in to my enemies always making fun of poor horatio who played house with his cat sugarfoot. i didn't care. i was in love. we would talk, i'd let him know how my day went, and how i got made fun of. he would purr and wrap around my legs letting me know that he still loved me. when he saw that i was sad he would catch mice and lay them in front of my bed as a good toast to my health and happiness, when he was hungry he would "ask"me for dinner. "of course sugarfoot. you may have some chicken surprise casserole with a side of eggrolls", all of which was in the disguise of kibbles and bits. shhhhh! when he was sleepy he would curl up in my lap and i would sit there stroking his gray and black stripes all day long if he had wanted. as i grew older things started to change. as sugarfoot took more and more naps in my lap i became an age where the warmth and softness would make me hard. at first i thought it was funny, but then i realized it felt so good. i began taking my pants off and letting him sleep. when i became aroused i would rock back and forth trying not to wake little ol' sugarfoot, but at the same time vigorously trying to produce that sticky liquid that would come out when i felt my best. i became addicted to playing with sugarfoot naked. i began to just catch him and hold him and stroke my hard penis against his warm, furry body, and ejaculate on his back. he would have hard, crust all over hime after a few days and i would have to bathe sugarfoot regularly. sugarfoot began to hate our play time. he would his and pretend to scratch, but that feeling felt so good i forgot that i really cared about sugarfoot. i became an animal too. madly flailing against that cat fur with all the speed i could muster! i would come to orgasm and then start all over again and again and again. sugarfoot would start to become angry and really scratch me and bite me and draw blood. this angered me! i became so used to this behavior, when sugarfoot began hurting me, that i had to keep him from doing that. i was in a rage, marched downstairs naked, to the kitchen where my mom was cooking potroast. and there i was naked, grabbing a butter knife and masking tape. i ran back up stairs threw sugarfoot against the wall as hard as i could. this temporarily knocked him out so i taped his paws together and his mouth shut. i then pierced sugarfoots neck with the butterknife and saw the life come out of him and i was happy. i used the corpse for several days as my masturbating device before he started to decompose and all the hair began falling out. i then realized at what i had become. an addict to cats. so please, please yasmeen, give me a cat!

I, in a PM to Horatio, wrote:Matt,

Had you but said this earlier I would have saved one of the kittens for you. See, this is why I don't believe in spaying and neutering the stray animals of the world. Because no matter how many stray animals there are wandering the streets, there will always be more sick fuckers like you who want to have their way with them. So, I regret to inform you that we've actually signed the kittens (and all of their offspring, as we refuse to get them spayed or neutered) off to the "Kitties For Inmates" program that is just taking off. Its aim is to lower the rate of inmate rape in prisons by giving each prisoner his own, live, personal sex toy. Perhaps you could go turn yourself in and become an inmate yourself, and receive one of our pussies that way!

Sincerely,
Yasmeen
Co-Founder, Kitties For Inmates, Inc.