The wizards behind the curtain up in Twitter server-land are supposedly beefing up the gerbils, tightening the wires, soldering the philiotropes, etc. etc. etc. I’m not a cat lover by any means, but I rarely threaten violence against the felines of this world. I’m going to make an exception here. If I have to look at this damn cat one more day, the cat dies*.
Seriously, Twitter twits…lose the cat. Lose the cute. Fix yer product, or you’ll be as dead as a downtown ballpark for the Sounds.
*reverse euphemism for rescuing the cat from the clutches of Twitter.com and giving it a good home that doesn’t believe that cats are a delicacy.