Seamus Dreams of Murder

Hooray for autumn, and hooray lazy no-good fucking cats who sleep all day while I work long hours to feed them. Seriously: Get a job, you jackasses. Kill something. Learn to fetch shit. Something, anything. Just don't track dirt all over my bathroom and knock shit from off my windowsill and arrange yourself on my bed so that your feline anus is 3 inches from my face when I wake up in the morning. I mean, come on... fuck that.