ooooh, bunnies

Today, while borrowing Aunt Tiff's computer to write my masterful Britney parody (call me, Britney, we need to talk about your image- I'm the expert on sex kittens), the screensaver went on. It has little bunnies running across the screen and shooting arrows and stuff. I think she said she got it from something called the Time Hunt or whatever. Anyway, I love this screensaver. I could watch it for hours. It's way better than any of that Law & Order or Sex & the City crap Aunt Tiff and Mommy are always watching. And bunnies are yummy. I think they should make bunny flavored Mow Mix. It's not like Seafood Middles is really "the taste cats naturally crave." Since when do you see a cat jumping into the ocean to chase down some shrimp? And don't get me started on beef-flavored Mow Mix. I may be a stealthy huntress, but I am not the natural predator of the COW. I am far too dainty to go ripping across a field to take down a cow. But a bunny? Sure, I could take down a bunny.

Cat food marketing people are assholes.

And I just got through a whole entry without mentioning poop. Oops, never mind. :D