That stupid post about why women and queer people love cats has still got me all fucked up because like a cat is a small animal that is wholly reliant on you it can’t live in your home without your permission and you have to actively and willingly keep it there and this chucklefuck is mad that this animal, that has no decision making power over its own life, doesn’t adequately return the “emotional labor” of being cared for as if the cat understands feminist theory or philosophy in general.
Like the cat weighs seven pounds, you can cut his balls off, and you literally legally own him. If you don’t like having him around you can easily remove him. You aren’t in an abusive financially dependant relationship with him because he’s not a grown human man its a CAT
Here’s the link to the clusterfuck of an article this is referring to.
my cat: doesnt come when called once
me: you know this is really such an avudove tactic of you. How about you stop upholding the patriarchy and go live someplace else
I had to read this with my own two eyes and now you do too
I got about three sentences in.
I am not a cat person. But I cannot imagine being nearly this gross about not being a cat person. The fuck?
“Cats don’t love you. They don’t. It has been proven. They are narcissistic serial killers who are manipulating you with their every move. They’re not excited when you come home from work or a trip; in fact, they punish you for leaving by peeing on soft surfaces or destroying the first couch you ever bought that wasn’t from Ikea.”
I don’t get why people say that cats aren’t excited when you come home from work. Sure, sometimes my cats just stay in bed when they hear the door open but most of the time they run down the stairs to say hello, even causing a traffic jam in the hallway because they demand immediate pets and kisses after a long day of no mommy around.
Also yeah, this thing where people are super weird and superior about hating cats? Wat even. I work at a pet food store and people will be SO defensive and feel the need to state multiple times that they don’t like cats. And people at work, like if a cat walks by or I mention mine, they’ll immediately feel the need to say “I hate cats.”
Okay, boo. No one asked. We won’t think less of you if you don’t constantly assert that you do not like kitties.
“I’m a Lesbian Who Hates Cats. I’m Going to Die Alone.”
*Read her long ass lists of partner requirement*
*Read her bat shit crazy hatred for cats with false information*
Ma’am, you are going to die alone because you sounds like an annoying bitch and no one wants to spend time with you.
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