Hairballs from Hell

Why does Facebook need another damn cat page?

Simple answer. We are the rebels, the mutants, the social deviants, the profane, the insane. The rule breakers. The risk takers. We were the kids voted most likely to ride in the back of a police car for good reason.

But we are also the ones who recognize the cat as our evil kindred spirit. You name your cat Chainsaw; not something lame like Mittens. You know the same animal purring in your lap would gladly smother you in your sleep tonight. Only reason cats don't kill us is because they can't open cans.

Post. Worship. Make a damn fool of yourself over these furry minions of Satan. We, like cats, live to get food, drink, catnip, and comfort with as little effort as possible.