So there I was…minding my own business, when I randomly found the following book, sitting on top of a shelf.
Fanstastic, yes? At the time, I posted it to Facebook, asking friends and family (most of whom would probably deny me three times, even without fear of execution) what they thought the possible secret could be. I mean…come on…it’s a cat. If they were people they would openly kill with such guile, that authorities would have very little want to even bother prosecuting them for it. (Although…I have heard of a lawyer who would totally take that case.) I, personally, was holding out that the cat in question had two separate families, being that I had recently read this horrifying article, that showed those little bastards were like traveling salesmen in the sixties, and had a family on every block: http://www.kittycams.uga.edu/research.html. Another friend was holding out hope that the cat in question was about to come out of the closet (not that there’s anything wrong with that), but I think he was just misled by the rainbow lettering on the front cover.
In the end, the truth was finally revealed…
Yes, that’s right…an out-of-wedlock, youthful pregnancy, in which the shame of her condition caused her to birth her babies in solitude. I like to picture her biting on a leather belt, to keep the mewling to a minimum. Apparently, in this scenario, the birth of unwanted, fatherless kittens is a great birthday present. Because nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, is a better present than some afterbirth getting on your favorite sweater.
Most alarming, perhaps, is how the cat got into that drawer in the first place. Apparently, in this tale of shame and woe…they’ve also grown thumbs. Which begs the question, if they have thumbs, then why no condoms? Super irresponsible, Tabby.
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 