Cats today, much like teenagers, bare emotional rather than physical scars. Their lustrous fur and neatly trimmed nails hide the deep anxiety they suffer as a result of childhood trauma. Adverse Kittenhood Events such as being fed Morrisons own brand cat food, or getting the hose from the neighbour as they deposit their **** in amongst the begonias, really **** with the little dears.
Old cats used to be whipped into shape at the sight of a burlap sack and a brick, knowing the bottom of the local canal was their destiny if they soiled Mr. Smith’s dahlia beds. Nowadays cats don’t even know they’re alive with their scratching posts and smoked mackerel and onlyfans. Makes me sick.