This post cuts right to the heart of the matter. It's a fuggin cat. Or a boy meowing, or whatever. Everybody needs to grow a set and handle this like adults. My step-son had a playdate with a buddy of his cancelled because the family is still grieving the loss of their cat. I have a cat. I like it. It's weird, stupid, and usually pissed off at the world. (sometimes pets do resemble their owners) Anyway, if I "accidentally" set it on fire and put it out with a meat cleaver...what was my point again. Damn fried nueropathways.