One of my greatest goals in life is to be a cat lady. Or let me rephrase this. As a smarmy, stuck-up film major with too-high standards, the only future I see for myself is as one of those old Jewish ladies who lives in a small cupboard-size New York apartment who treats her cats like family and will die alone. I won’t be discovered until the smell of my rotting corpse gets to be too much for the other residents. When they break down the door, all they will find is obese cats and my bones covered in little kitty toothmarks.
My future.
But thank God while I’m languishing in my cramped apartment, the smell of cat feces rotting my brain, I will have the interwebs. Really, thank god for this website I have recently discovered.
It’s like chatroulette, hence the title, but much less penises (penae?).
I am certain that with this website, I will never tire of the many cats, dogs, and parakeets shown to me. I may die alone and sad, but at least I’ll be able to die watching a boston terrier puppy do a handstand in at attempt to eat her breakfast.
Not a bad way to die.
mikvah mcelroy
04/19/2011
This is also my life’s ambition! I declared a simultaneous major in cats along with english lit. I wonder if this is a common goal amongst hipsterjewesses