I've got nothing against owning cats, but if you build little versions of tanks, airplanes, or fire engines for your cat and pretend that the cat gives a damn about how cool or manly it looks flying a WWII-vintage fighter, you really need to rethink your priorities in life.



Cat says, "dear god, why does my owner buy such stupid things? He could spend his money on catnip or finer catfood instead of getting this crap. I wish that he were dead, so I could feast on his corpse while I sit in my tiny, tiny aeroplane."