Dear Readers, meet Baffi, the cat.
He's a feline terrorist. He is disgusted by human extravagances such as 'sleep' and 'not constantly having asses in their face'.
He has no regards for his own life - leaping from impossibly high platforms to destroy and contaminate any source of liquid I may want to consume.
Baffi is an anarchist - destroying order by chewing cords and scratching couches. 'The Man' needs electricity and comfort - Baffi needs chaos.
His only weakness seems to be narcolepsy and string.
I am a lost cause - lost in some sort of strange Stockholm syndrome where I not only allow his cause - I support it with kitty treats and belly rubs.
Save yourself, before it is too late.
He's coming, and when he does, you're pant legs will never be hairless again.