I love cats. You love cats.
Some of you anyway.
Their lives mean more to some than others.
And then there’s the complete, psycho kitty mongers with screws loose and an endorphin deficit that make orgasms feel like eating cardboard.
Wesley, a friend on facebook, posted the above two days ago about his dead cat Felix. I’ll post the text below the fold.
It’s been a year, and the strife, the woe, the torment, the anxiety … oh my soul!
This is definitely one of those, “Jeremy, you are a cunt with awful insecurity for posting a mocking post like this.”
Not this time. I am going to take the high road and say, “Look how awesome this friend of mine is! He loved his cat so much, he can’t wait to join him in heaven some day. How sweet.”
Did you see the toy gun Felix is holding? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, so cute!
Felix is lounging after target shooting practice. He tired himself out.
Ahh, cutie-mc-cute-butts!
And if you disagree with Wesley’s love for his cat, do you know what your punishment is?
No, not shame.
No, not inferiority.
It’s hell, mother fucker. If you don’t like how much Wesley liked his cat, you’re going to hell.
Hell. Eternal torment, you idiots!
A special warm place that you will go after you die, because you mocked his bestial love for a feline.
Loving Felix is an art form. And haters goina hate!
1 year ago on September 12, I said goodbye to my best friend and companion for nearly 12 years, and I still miss him today and would give anything for him to be here with me, but he will always be in my heart and thanks for the memories of
the great times together. September 12 is known as Felix Day to me. I love you and miss you buddy and though some may mock our love, they do not know what love is, they are vain, immature, and just plain supid and mean for their evil words and careless feelings and there is a special warm place for them when they die, but that is not where you are my friend. Keep on killing those zombies and hold my place in Heaven, and I’ll see you when God calls me home.
