i has cheezburger already, thank you.

so i was sitting on the couch today grooming my stomach when i randomly had to spaz out. cats do that. anyway, when i was done i thought i'd check my e-mail to see if i had any new messages. someone sent me a link: i can has cheezburger? i must say: offensive. seriously. as a feline, i find the random, non sequitur, ILLITERATE interpretations of our daily activities by our caretakers totally uncalled for. i mean, just becase humans have the most developed neocortex doesn't mean they're the only species that is well articulated. the assumption that our attempt to use the caretaker species (cartakis servisus) primitive language to articulate our posessiveness of food or goofing around or even our expectation for you to clean our messes would come out all butchered is offensive to the core of every feline out there.
admittedly, some are cute and even funny (and some are confusing at first), but that cannot excuse the blatant lack of respect. we used to be worshiped as gods for christ's sake.

anyway, after seeing that trash i had to take a nap. then i found yarnball under a stack of papers and switched to attack mode. then caretaker came home and filled up food dish and i dashed into the eat room for dinner! oh it was great! i'm getting sidetracked...

to reiterate: i can has cheezburger bad, yarnball good. that is all. luckily i know there are people like SHAWN GAINES or SHAWN GAINES who appreciate felines for what they are and don't treat them like pieces of degraded meat. mad props!