I don't like cats. Let me repeat. I don't like cats. I wonder why people like cats, and I wonder why guys like cats, too. It's not natural. Anyway, I happen to live with 2 cats. One is brownish with splots of other colors and the other one is orange. I don't like them. They don't bring much to the table. They don't like walks, they don't fetch, they don't love affection, nor do they give it. One of the cats I live with has a psychosis. Every night it goes to a waste basket and methodically hauls stuff out into the hallway. Sometimes its just a wadded up paper or two. You can hear it when it comes out, it makes a kind of wail. It deposits the paper and then heads back for more. This is a picture of the hallway when I woke up this morning. It was a very busy cat last night. I hate cats.
This is the cat that likes to take the garbage out.
And this is the other cat I live with. It doesn't take the trash out, or anything else for that matter.
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