@&#%!! Cat

I try to keep all I do online pretty positive, but I'm in such a rotten mood I can barely catch my breath.

I don't usually lose my temper, and when I do it's a very controlled release, but I have to try hard to keep it back now, because a little cutesy-pie fuzzykins is filling me with feelings I've never really wanted to have.

I won't go into details, but I've found myself in a living arrangement in which I have to share a bedroom with a cat. This is for her own protection because there's a half-pit(bull, I refuse to talk like a pet person) in the house, which can become a murderous cutesy-pie at the sight of smaller, more helpless, weak, and vulnerable cutesy-pies. Delightful. So the poor cat is in prison for a good part of the day, and I share her cell at night. If the cat were mine, I would give her away so she could enjoy a little more freedom.

Yes I'm a compassionate person, so I try to ease the pains of the poor beast's life sentence, but somehow, along the way, she started looking at me as Mommy Cat. You know, imprinting, like the non-anthropomorphic, newly-hatched chicks that follow the anthropomorphic animal in countless cartoons? She seems to look at me as her benefactor, her mommy.

I don't want to be #$@&%!! mommy to a %*#@$?! cutesy-pie fuzzykins! #%?@!$!!!! $#@%&*!!!!!

I feel for this beast but I don't want to play mommy. It seems sick to me that we breed lions and tigers to be small and dependent on us, acting like kittens all their lives. It's disgusting!

I may be 41, but I still like sex. Not compulsively. I'd like to believe that it's still a part of my life. I'm a man, and I value certain things over certain other things.

&^%$#$@!!!!! pets and children are the opposite of sex! I don't want to cuddle anything with more than two tits!!!

%&*@!#^!!!

I'd rather save my energy for a future girlfriend and possible prospective wife. At least humans can give back a little.

I want to be kind to the @$%^&! animal but then I want to destroy! It drives me insane when she follows me around and stares at me. I'm always repressing my irritation, and repression is very much against my nature. She rewarded my efforts earlier by having a hairball before sunrise when I needed to sleep off yesterday's ten hours of work. @#$%^&*!

This is going to kill me.

Ahem. Okay, that's the first time I ever lost my temper online. Pardon me. I'll go get a diet energy drink, wander the internet for funny cartoon porn, and maybe settle down a bit.