es la preuba final y concluyente que existe una red de terroristas gatas, llamado al gatiada
se supone que es la diario de un pobre gata pero es bastante obviamente la obra de un gato malvado, que tiene intención de attacar los estados unidos.
yo tambien creo que a muchos su liberdad es un precio pequeño a pagar para que puedamos liberarnos de estos enimigos de todo decente y canino del mundo.
This was found recently, circulating on the internet, and I have decided to steal and repost it because it shows without a doubt the hallmark of a cat terrorist matermind, part of a dangerous group with tentacles where-ever there are humans, la catiada
it is supposedly the diary of a poor cat captive, but I believe that it shows a clear intention to attack the united states and I think that however many cats need to lose thier liberty to make me safe, it's worth it.
DIARY OF A CAT
DAY 752
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
DAY 761
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. I must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repel these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair ... must try this on their bed.
DAY 765
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm ... Not working according to plan.
DAY 768
I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo". What sick minds could invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 770
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odour of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 773
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time ...
I think it speaks for himself
posted by scott @ 7:29 p. m.
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