Sleeping while dreaming about killing my asshole of an owner. Eating and drinknig while thinking about killing my asshole of an owner. Torturing and eventually killing the occasional bug while imagining it is my asshole of an owner. Laying in the sun wishing my asshole of an owner would die. Throwing up on the carpet at the sight of my asshole of an owner. Killing my asshole of a so-called "owner." (Note: Interests are not necessarily listed in that order.
I am always looking for other soul-cats who are trying to sabotage, manipulate, or kill their "owners"... and otherwise good christian kitties named Milo.
Playing music backwards, so that it sounds like a screeching cat. The "owner" never plays music the way I like it. And to add salt to the wound, sometimes he even plays that horrid violin... but NOT backwards, and not enough like a screeching cat.
The Hannibal series.
I hate that crap. I hate my owner's stereo, his pda, his friends. It all just distracts him from stroking my exceptionally beautiful hair. Don't worry, I will get my revenge for his gross negligence.
The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers. The DSM-IV. The Bible.
Hannibal the Cannibal. Jeffrey Dahmer. The Devil. Brutus. Judas.