Mmm Good Huntin'

Shrimpy caught a super tasty mouse last night which I ate. Unfortunately I then puked it back up in my parents' bedroom at approximately 3:30 am. You could see its fur and heart and everything. What a f'in waste...

Huntin'

Yes, I've been a slackin' but b/c I can't type and mom now "works" or some BS like that so I haven't had the time to comment.

Well, today is the FIRST day of huntin' here in my state and I am PSYCHED! Being a cat and being I love meat, this sounds like a special national holiday that everyone should celebrate. Shrimpy, the cat who could use a little Ritalin, began her celebration by capturing 2 mice. Of course, mom rescued them and set them free. Dumbass. The 2 mice are probably one in the same.

Anyway, I decided to go out and get my very own huntin' license and engage in some huntin'. Well what do you know, I went to the special get yer own hunting license office and I was denied. They said: "Oh, you're a cat, you don't need no huntin' license. Plus, you're blind, how are you going to hunt?" Do I see a little discrimination here? Jackasses.

WTF? I can just go to Walmart and get myself a sweet rifle and shoot myself some dachshund? I'm there.