Kitty Balls

Hey! It's time for the exhausted Friday blog!

I was at my sister's house yesterday and she has this nearly-new kitten. It's awexome as hell, absolutely charming in its quirkiness, and even sleep-bites. Ridiculously cute. Its name is Dracula.

Dracula is getting fixed sometime soon. My sincere condolences are with him. Not just because of a mutual motivation to keep our balls intact, but because he has to deal with the stupidity and dominance of human power as much as I do. He can't say anything about it, and they're just going to cut his balls off, just like that. For the purpose of containing reproduction rates, sure, I get your point. It's quite logical. But COME ON! From my experience, any cat that still has his balls just seems to have more spunk, more edge. It's great. They run around all day. Here's an interestingly ironic, yet semi-unrelated lyric from the song "Prisoners of Today" by the band Billy Talent:

"My body's tired, my souls excited and i wish that i was gifted,
My body's tired my soul's excited and I wish I had some spunk,
She said "I wanna run, I wanna hide, and leave this place just like it left me"
"The only problem is I need to find the balls to follow through and that's the truth now..."

I think it's quite proven that when a man loses his balls, or begins to accrue a deficiency of testosterone, he begins to change. His attitudes and moods are completely swayed, and what difference would it make if a cat's balls were hacked off? Does a cat's hormones serve the same purpose as human hormones do? I would assume so...

I hate humans so much sometimes. I'm no animal activist, but to think we can just rip apart their attitudinal dispositions...maybe we aren't taking away their identity or anything. Sure, they still have dicks and vag. But I'll tell you what, I think human starvation/hunger rates determine that we should turn the gun around.

Hardy har! Phallic simbowlz blimpzy kissez inglish majur.