Posh Ladies.

Two old posh ladies on the tube yesterday discussing cats. Nothing wrong with that? Or was there? They were discussing a neighbour's cat and a fight it had had. Hey, we all like a good cat fight, all teeth, claws and fluffing. But this fight was a posh fight, as apparently one cat was more to blame than the other. Like any good cat fight, one cat lost and had been quite fucked over by the other. The twist in the tail is that, according to one posh lady, the duffed up cat had started it, as someone had seen it looking at the other cat in a "threatening manner" before the fight! Fuck me! And therefore, the owner of the winning cat does not have a moral obligation to pay the vet's bill of the mullered cat.

They are cats! They eat mice and food from cans,they shit in the garden, torture wildlife, fuck and fight! That's what they do! They are animals! As for modern vet's charging a pile of cash to stick a thermometer up a cat's arse and look worried, they can fuck off and die. Am I getting annoyed over nothing? No! I grew up on a farm where we killed everything when it got really sick, or even a little sick. We cried when we fell over as we knew if we had a broken leg my Granddad would put us in a sack and throw it in the pond. The idea of treating a cat with cancer or putting wheels on a fucked dog is mental and just another way of extracting money from fools.... second thoughts, bring it on. Charge an arm and leg for pills for Tiddles, anyone dumb enough to part with their cash for what essentially is a fluffy bag of guts does not deserve to keep their money. Good morning, I feel better now.