If I've said it once I've said it a thousand times. Cats are smarter than us and can't be trusted. Period. Because this is cute as hell. But I give it about 14 minutes until Iggy here is using this guy's credit card and ordering bags of cat nip, getting subscriptions to Cat Fancy, and creating a facebook page to hook up with his other cat friends. Then we won't be seeing any cute youtube videos!
How do I know this you might ask? Well I'll tell you. I dated a girl in college who bought a kitten our junior year. His name was Simba. He was orange, and one of the first days she had him he curled up with me for a nap on the couch. Nothing cuts to the core of me more than an animal who can identify with my apathy. So we became fast friends. And that's just what he wanted. He was playing chess the entire time. Before I knew it that cat was destroying everything I owned! Night number 3 I hung out with Simba I fell asleep on the couch and threw my favorite blue hoodie on the floor. He curled up in it like a little cat bed so I figured all was copesthetic. I woke up, threw my sweatshirt on, and noticed quite a funk had formed on it. And to notice a funk on this thing is telling. I wore this sweatshirt to every bar and every class I went to. Turned out my cute friend had peed on it the night before! Have you ever smelled cat pee? They could use that in terrorist interrogations. So after 18 washings I finally got it out. The next night I left my sweatshirt on my bed and Simba wasn't even in the room. The next morning I wake up, and guess what smelled like cat pee again! What's the old saying? Pee on my sweatshirt once, shame on you, pee on my sweatshirt twice shame on me.
The final straw came during a Brewer game that summer. Bottom of the 9th with Prince Fielder at bat, down by one to the Astros and two men on. Wow. The fact that I remember that just made me proud and sad all at the same time. Anyway, as his at bat is raging on, the drama is building and all of a sudden I hear a CRASH from the kitchen. So I go and check it out. Oh! Well if it isn't Sir Simba knocking over my trash can, with days weeks months of trash in it. By the time I get back to the TV Prince had hit a walk off double. Simba: "Bwahahahahha!"
So if you think Iggy here is tricking me with his cuteness then pffft. Not buying it. And if you need further proof go to minute 1:28 of this video and scope the look that Iggy gives his owner. "Is this what you want from me? Do I amuse you? Just wait till you go to bed...." Bonus word: cat.
PS: For all the cat lover's out there I'm 100% kidding. Kind of. In a way I did sort of respect the way that Simba didn't respect me at all. That cat saw 'tool' written on my forehead and used it to his full advantage. Well played Simba. Well played.
PPS: This same video could be shot of my trying to figure out an ipad, just replace Iggy with me. Honestly he seems to know more about technology than me. Maybe he can teach me how to send a text? I'll have to hit him up on his facebook page.