All apologies to your domesticated furball, who I’m sure strikes adorably schizo poses chasing reflected light around your apartment, but come on. They can’t measure up against a freaking lioness versus a freaking laser.
There’s just something so satisfying about biggie-sized feline frustration that doesn’t end in people getting torn to shreds by razor-sharp claws and fangs, isn’t there? [Reddit via OHYST]
