Went to see the movie Stay Alive yesterday. Wasn't too bad, there were some twists to the plot that I wasn't expecting. Being a horror movie junkie, not many plots in most of the new horror movies can throw me- I can usually pick out the order in which the characters die, how they're going to die, who will kill them, etc. Thus, the fact that I wasn't expecting everything that happened in the movie is fairly remarkable in itself. I also liked the way they tied the movie in with the real-life story of Elizabeth Bathory. I'd already done some research on her life, and knew something about her. Definitely not one of the best movies of all time, but all I wanted was a couple of hours of mindless entertainment, and I got it. 
My roommates had the kittens declawed yesterday. I feel so bad for the poor little things, I talked to the guys about softpaws, but they already had their minds made up. I saw the protective way they were holding their paws, how they were cleaning their faces with their wrists. I gave them a little chicken from my enchiladas and some good head and back pets. My roommate that isn't a cat-lover came home this afternoon, spots them sleeping on a blanket on the couch, and promptly pulls the blanket out from under them and dumps them on the floor. I commented that that was pretty mean- the poor things had just had surgery! He said that they'd peed on the couch this morning. I thought "Let's cut your fingers off at the first knuckle, make you walk on all fours and see how thrilled you are to have to walk on them to get to the bathroom, jackass." 
I don't care if he likes cats or not, he should have some compassion for living creatures who are in pain. The guys I live with can be so self-centered. 
My roommates had the kittens declawed yesterday. I feel so bad for the poor little things, I talked to the guys about softpaws, but they already had their minds made up. I saw the protective way they were holding their paws, how they were cleaning their faces with their wrists. I gave them a little chicken from my enchiladas and some good head and back pets. My roommate that isn't a cat-lover came home this afternoon, spots them sleeping on a blanket on the couch, and promptly pulls the blanket out from under them and dumps them on the floor. I commented that that was pretty mean- the poor things had just had surgery! He said that they'd peed on the couch this morning. I thought "Let's cut your fingers off at the first knuckle, make you walk on all fours and see how thrilled you are to have to walk on them to get to the bathroom, jackass." I don't care if he likes cats or not, he should have some compassion for living creatures who are in pain. The guys I live with can be so self-centered.