http://www.bethumbed.com/why-i-hate-cats/ Working to Play, Playing to Work Mon, 23 Jan 2012 23:44:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.bethumbed.com/why-i-hate-cats/comment-page-1/#comment-15721 tim Fri, 29 Apr 2011 18:29:02 +0000 http://www.bethumbed.com/?p=687#comment-15721 Its never easy to see pets die especially those who you've grown attached to... I think some cats are cute and I know its their basic instinct to hunt but still those were my lovies. Thanks for the comment Its never easy to see pets die especially those who you’ve grown attached to… I think some cats are cute and I know its their basic instinct to hunt but still those were my lovies. Thanks for the comment

]]> http://www.bethumbed.com/why-i-hate-cats/comment-page-1/#comment-15715 kam Fri, 29 Apr 2011 17:54:41 +0000 http://www.bethumbed.com/?p=687#comment-15715 I am touched by your story and I am so so very sorry to hear what happened to your precious little babies. I too, had a similar incident happen. Outside my bedroom window, beneath the upstairs neighbor's deck, was a birds nest. We used to watch the parent bring home nesting material daily, and then listen as the mother would sit on the un-hatched eggs at night. That is until one night when we heard a commotion outside. I went to investigate only to find what was left of the nest, broken eggs and the lifeless body of the mother. Not too far away was the spawn of satan itself, somebody's cat. I only wish that I was able to catch the disgusting creature, so that I could have inflicted a slow and painful ehd to its miserable existance. Yes, thats how mad I was at that moment. I never have, do not now have, nor will I EVER have any compassion or any sort of feelings for these sneaky, selfish bags of hair that for some reason, people insist on keeping as pets. I am touched by your story and I am so so very sorry to hear what happened to your precious little babies. I too, had a similar incident happen. Outside my bedroom window, beneath the upstairs neighbor’s deck, was a birds nest. We used to watch the parent bring home nesting material daily, and then listen as the mother would sit on the un-hatched eggs at night. That is until one night when we heard a commotion outside. I went to investigate only to find what was left of the nest, broken eggs and the lifeless body of the mother. Not too far away was the spawn of satan itself, somebody’s cat. I only wish that I was able to catch the disgusting creature, so that I could have inflicted a slow and painful ehd to its miserable existance. Yes, thats how mad I was at that moment. I never have, do not now have, nor will I EVER have any compassion or any sort of feelings for these sneaky, selfish bags of hair that for some reason, people insist on keeping as pets.

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