Ahh, I'd have them all fixed, starting with the one who used to be Bob Barker. That'd teach the old bastard...and pink needles for the ones who irritated me.
Come to think of it, I might get just a tad little nervous about a possible retribution for all the fixing and de-clawing humanity has performed. OTOH, as long as I'd be able to hold on to the can opener, I'd probably be safe.
First, I'd retain the services of a pack of hounds, for protection. Second, I'd round up all the catnip at the pet shops in the area and use it to create a slave regime.
Honey, did anyone ever tell you that you have a one-track mind? There is more to life than world dominance, you know?
Besides, I think cats lack the submission gene, in any case....
Yeah, a disaster like that would be all the cats needed, "See we've been saying for years we're the superior lifeform," but as long as I have opposable thumbs, lo fuggin l ya little furry bastiges...
I think I'd first identify which were celebrities and put collars on them with their names. Catalie Portman would sleep in my bed, of course...for protection.
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