Men Are From Mars, Cats Are From Pleasure Planet

As a lonely 53 year-old, post-menopausal woman I consider myself an expert on cats. I’ve spent my entire life trying to understand and love them.

They are literally the only things that make sense to me in this fucked up world. So when I saw this video my hip literally popped out of socket (again):

(via Everything Is Terrible)

To think of all the money I’ve wasted on expensive kitten massage oils and erotic lotions when all I needed were a pair of gentle hands and a clear understanding of feline erogenous zones.

I’ve already forwarded this to your mom (we play bridge together on Wednesdays). She’s going to love it. I know that she’s had a really difficult time lately coping with her divorce and your sexual reassignment surgery so she’s looking for ways to deal with the crushing loneliness of her nauseating existence (we just finished reading Sartre’s Being and Nothingness for Oprah’s book club). Don’t worry though. I’m sure she’ll be fine.

Update: Last night your mother took her life. I’ve already registered a blogspot for you. YOU’RE WELCOME.

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