You know us cats really get the shaft as you humans are really dafed. You give them all the lime light and leave the cats to be forgotten in the night. Once again you don't believe me? I guess I will just prove it with my facts for free.
See case and point! Two dogs and only one cat in this joint.
Same thing for number two. Wouldn't you think for two they would double the cats to view? But nooo that had to go add more dogs to it. Really makes the cat have a fit.
Dogs get to play sports like a human loon and even get to take pictures with a raccoon.
And cats get to do what? Pick their nose with some crazy mutt.
They even get to hang out with Chuck Norris who has his own chorus. He can breath fire and make a holy man a liar. Can knock down walls with a touch and yeah all that crap is a bit much.
And we get to give you the evil eye. Oh that is so scary you might die.
Dogs get to wear a table cloth, a toilet seat like some goth, go camping and dig for treasure. Plus they get to show off how they got some, more than leg humping, pleasure.
Cats once again take the back seat, sneaking out from under a mutt's feet.
Dogs get to look all pretty and go save some old bitty.
Cats get represented by THAT! Big Momma's House beats this door mat.
Dogs get to have a ton on the poster. Whether or not I wish to use the movie for a coaster.
And we get one whole cat. They can't even say DAMN, what is up with that?
All those mutts get to go to heaven too. Or at least they want you to believe it's true.
Us cats just don't dance. I guess maybe we just prance.
Finally dogs get to solve crime.
And then lie around all sublime.
While we get our name drug through the mud as this surely came down with a thud. One of the most atrocious movies ever. Whoever made this was not at all clever.
So the cat may sound a bit bitter and may kill your babysitter with my oh so scary eye. Pffft, yeah that is a lie. But those stinkin' mutts that do nothing but sniff and lick their butt and others butts, get all the fame. Someone needs to take the blame. But then that would be a heavy load, as the blame for Catwoman would fill a whole zip code. I guess I will just have to keep on being crass and get the cats some recognition with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.