that kitten site was perfectly awful. i nearly vomited in the ashtray, the contrasts embedded in the page sending such overwhelming subliminals of cutie-pie-wubby-dubby-who-is-my-number-one-baby-kitty
that a 50-amp fuse must have blown in my medulla oblongata, triggering a terrible paralysis of the mouse fingers. the horriffic image is permanantly fused into my memory, and i have now permanently associated the smell of burning feathers with cute cuddly things.
go rent "boondock saints" it is an excellent movie. watch a few hundred times the part where they accidentally shoot the cat and your symptoms may fade.
i am off to buy a new hammer to take care of my neighbors' cats' flea problems.
