I was done with cats the day my cat Jazz in high school slapped me upside the head 3 times. bytch was bitter because i told her to go downstairs and she didnt want to move. Wouldnt let me pick her up and was copping a hissing attitude about it. I got a stuffed animal and smacked her but from under the table and she ran downstairs. I go downstairs and shes in a standing sit position. Im laying on my stomach kicking my feet in the air like *o jazz, ur such a nice kitty *

This bytch looks at me like

and smacks me in my damn forehead 3 times. Needless to say i was furious and ran up stairs to get my Huge stuffed animal. I came back downstairs and from about 20 feet away i launched that thing with all my might at Jazz. She knew something was up and ran just as the stuffed animal left my hands. I was pissed. A few months later we found her in the yard all torn up. Apparently she picked a fight with a rac00n, and lost.