The remote isn’t an issue in my house, but the can opener is. I operate the can opener, since my cat doesn’t have opposable thumbs.
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Our cats have learned to work the remotes (after a fashion) by sitting on them. We know who to blame when our channel is suddenly changed, or when the programming screen comes on. The cats haven’t evolved prehensile butts yet, but I’m sure they’re working on it.
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Our feline overlords must have attended the same training camp. Whenever I can’t locate the remote, it’s always under NJ_Cat’s ponderous belly. Without fail. And why is there a porno flick on the screen when I was just watching Saved by the Bell? Because NJ_Cat pressed Play, of course. He was also the one who inserted the tape into the VCR when I wasn’t looking. That’s right. And he must have purchased it too. It’s a possibility!!! Cats have uncanny powers. I suspect they exist pan-dimensionally like mice. Trust me, I know full well why NJ_Cat played porn in the middle of Saved by the Bell. It was his passive-aggressive way of making a snide comment on my purely platonic and aesthetic appreciation for young Mario Lopez. Sarcasm, thy name is housecat!!! Well, I don’t have to take this abuse! I should be able to watch whatever I want without being subjected to constant criticism. If a house is a man’s castle, then surely the remote is his scepter. This thread has aroused my ire!!! Oh, wait. I hear distant mewing. Is NJ_Cat hungry or is that his “My litter box stinks, you lazy motherfucker!” meow? I gotta go. Talk to you later. Damn! Where did I put the remote!!!