How I long to have a Kitty Kat of my very own. I mean the little guys always like me. Well them, and Babies. However I don't want one'na them.
"Babies" that is.
I mean I likes'em okay, but having actually raised a few of these crying crapping bi-peds. Well I figure I gave at the office if ya get my meaning.
Oh, but "Kitty Kats" yeah!
Well "yeah" if I can get one that don't need to be fed "fixed" or shits all over the place. Get rid of these disgusting features, and I'm all for'em.
Basically I want one of them advanced "Japanese Robot Cat" things ya see on YouTube. A low maintenance robot pal to hang around my digs with me.
I see it as a "Win+Win" deal.
The "Robo-Kat" gets all the batteries it can eat, and I get the gleeful illusion of company. When I get pissed off at it I just can put the little bleep back in it's box till needed again.
It's truly a 21st century relationship. Selfish insincere, and heartless. What could be better since we're all going to Hell anyway for fucking up the damned Planet.
Anyway I emailed that incompetent drunk Santa about it. So we'll see.