....
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
....
(PICTURE: The bicyclist from cat hell.)
Ever since I had to cat-sit in Middle School for my best friend Brad's cat while his family was on vacation during Christmas Break, I have hated cats. Frankly, I just don't understand why people like cats. I mean, they shit in boxes, don't like to leave the house, and they eat rodents. Compared to a dog...well, there just isn't a comparison.
As I was driving my motorbike the other day, I was suddenly startled when I heard a cacophony of meows ahead of me. The sound of a cat is just not a sound I like to hear. But equally, it is not a sound I'm used to hearing while driving a motorbike. As much as I try to avoid ever making eye contact with cats (they can steal your soul that way), I couldn't resist looking ahead at the source of the meows. Well, straight ahead of me was a guy on a bicycle with a cage full of skinny cats. As much as I despise cats, I still felt a pang of sorrow knowing that these felines were not going to be pets:
