My cat is fucking awesome and I don't even like cats. Always been a dog owner but when I moved to the states it just wasn't fair to own a pet.
He adopted us. One day I'm in my hot tub (yes, bitches) and this cat shows up asking for food.
Within 6 months, he's got prime position on the sofa and only eats the high quality food. He fucking owns me now. But he's great so it's fine.
He hunts all day, isn't even scared of pitbulls. He's absolutely fearless. Sometimes I come home and there's just feathers everywhere and he's on the sofa, like "oh, you're back".
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