I can't bloody stand cats. Awful creatures. I'd rather die than have a cat in my life.
The exception is this handsome fellow, my cat, Miss Tulip. He turned out to be a man but I can't exactly go around calling him Mister Tulip, can I? So for all intents and purposes, he is a magnificent drag queen. Aren't you, darling? Aren't you magnificent? Aren't you sassy and fierce? *kissy sounds*