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Originally Posted by Triggar
My brother was telling me how he was trying to wear my cat George out by gently poking him and generally pissing him off. He was doing this so George wouldn't nag my brother to take him outside. Well, my brother said that his efforts to wear Georgie down were successful, and my brother then went to bed. He said about five minutes later, George tackled my brother's leg and latched on with his claws.
To which I replied, "owned".
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cats are fucking 1337.
Caligula latches on to people's pant cuffs and socks with his teeth and then lets himself go limp so you have to drag him around. he's a sick fuck. love that cat.