I’m a bit surprised that this cat wasn’t euthanized at birth. I’m even more surprised that the animal is even going to be operated on to remove the legs. What with all the freaky people out there who prize these kinds of deformities (in this case a parasitic twin), you’d think the animal would be kept as it is and then auctioned to an online casino, should it die.

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I’m just glad my cats don’t look like this one. I’m actually fairly grossed out by it, for once.

George is my fat, neurotic and questionably gay (yet total eunuch) of a cat. He’s nervous, lazy and incredibly smelly at times. Kicking back on the couch with him on a typical evening, he will drop the stankiest, most vile, evil bombs without so much as hint of shame.

I’ve had George for two years now. He was five months old when I picked him from a cage at a city animal shelter in Brooklyn. He was small, cute, extremely affectionate and liked having his stomach rubbed. Now, as time has passed, he’s become tubby, paranoid and strongly averse to being picked up. Who knew that such a darling kitten would grow to be such chunky bastard of a layabout? Not I.

Still, he is my fat, gay son and as such, I accept him. More truthfully, I enjoy ridiculing him. He’s a truly weird cat. Check out the hundreds of photos of him on my Flickr stream. Then, after doing so, perhaps you will realize how weird I may be for taking so many pictures of him.

Tonight was the dreaded bath night for my two cats, George and Gracie. As expected, it was more than sufficiently scarring for them and I’ve no doubt that some form of revenge is undoubtedly around the corner.

Naturally, photos were taken and I’ve posted them to a set on my Flickr account. All the carnage is there. However, when bathing Gracie, she really did not enjoy the water and completely flipped the fuck out, so there’s not too many photos of her ordeal and what there is to see is pretty blurry since she was freaking. She was flopping and flailing all over the place so after a point I took pity on her, made sure the soap was off and just let her be lest she get hurt with her flinging about.

All in all, it was so traumatic for them, that I doubt they’ll be getting another bath for at least six months. It makes for funny photos, but they’re going to kill me in my sleep if I do that again to them too soon.