Well, it's August...Whistler has been closed for sometime now so I have been a little bored lately. I have been spending a lot of time sitting around doing a whole lot of nothing and I noticed that my dad's cats do the same. I decided to befriend these felines, since we do the exact same nothing all day long. Cats, being cats, like to be petted, a lot. Through petting my dads cats I have come to the conclusion that cats like being petted so much because it is like sex to them. Seriously, go pet a cat and watch it close its eyes an scrunch its face. Go pet a cat and watch it try to reach for something to hold on to. You can call me a creep, but I;m being serious here...in fact, I don't like the cats any more, or cats in general for that matter. Just go and find a cat and pet it, you'll see now that I pointed it out. Thank you, good night.
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