In a small departure from the (ab)norm(al), this update hits closer to reality than most. My anti-feline vitriol stems from my current cranky disposition towards my cat. Sure, I stand with most pet owners worldwide in enjoying upwells of gushy loving emotion upon sight of her cute, furry, fluffy adorableness. But if you woke up to this every goddamn morning with a funny taste in your mouth and sphincter-prints all over your face, your Violent-Bloodlust-O-Meter^TM would probably go up to eleven, too.