Friday Coot Blogging

Ahhh... the ever present Friday cat blogging once again descends upon us in a haze of fur and insipid cooing.

Gag me with a goddamn snowplow.

Let me just say that for all you people posting pictures of your cats: NO ONE GIVES A FLYING ASSLOG. It's even worse and more offensive than hauling out pictures of your kids. No one cares about your drooling, sniveling little bundle of joy. And they probably care even less about your drooling, incontinent pet. Especially when the two are practically the same thing. Of course despite this people will make sweet little noises and comments over the photographs, as if your hairball generator were actually less vapid than an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. Yes, kittens are adorable (and squeezable). And don't get me wrong, I like cats. But seriously people, if you take that many pictures of your cat, you need to spend more time thinking about cooter, whether it be your own or finding one to pork. At least find a good book to read.

Unfortunately I can't get pictures of pustulous disease-ridden vaginas to post because my work firewall blocks it, so instead I leave you with the following sentiment: