We've unfortunately adopted one from next door, as the lovely old dear has had to go into a nursing home.
All relatives live far away and don't want the 20 yr old rancid flea ridden scrawny thouroughly horrible old cat bag. I now know why.
Miss Growler INSISTED on us taking it on, and cuddles and strokes its disgusting vile scruffy bony frame.
It is one miserable greedy ungrateful yowling howling bag of shite, and would gladly and with the deepest of absolute overwhelming and greatest of pleasures, launch the bastard creature on the end of my front paw into orbit it if I thought I could get away with it.
WTF folk see in these nasty little creatures is way way way way over my head tbh.
We went out to Mrs G's nephews 18th party a couple of weeks ago, and this useless lot forgot to put the catwat out. ( I've wiped my hands of it, have no interest and have nowt to do with its welafare whatsoever)
Miss G had the pleasure of coming home to a mass of heaving floundering mound of stinking cat shite and diaoreah on her bedroom carpet when we got home at 2:00am. The stench was like summat out of the mourge.
I have to be honest though in saying that I had to have a quiet chortle on the sly.
Cats are not proper animals or pets, they are just a way of God saying
up yours. 
