Even my neighbor and good friend hates this cat.  You hear that, cat?  Hate.

This cat.  This fucking cat.

I hate.  This cat.  So.  Much.

Ghandi would shit on this cat and not feel a goddamned thing.

You can't tell right now, because he's sleeping.

But this cat is a bag of shit.

Take solace in your herb, you dirty hippie cat.  We still hate you.

Hey, cat.  Cat.

Fuck you.

This cat is either the Stalin or Urkel of cats.  Whichever you hate more.

Yes, cat.  Out there is a whole world.  A world of light and wonder.  A world that, like me, hates you.

You dick.

I hate this cat like I hate Fresca.

A lot.

Today is a special day, my friends.

Today, I call upon you for a favor.  I call upon you not just to hate this cat.

We all hate.  It is the way of things.  It is time we show it to the world.

Take a picture of yourself giving the finger to the things you hate.  Share it on your blog, on the Twitters and Facebooks.  Mark it with #hatuesday.

Take a stand.  Hate proud.  Hate strong.

And seriously.

I hate this cat.

I can hate nothing more than I hate this cat.

This is the worst thing.  The worst.

There are no words.  Wait, no, there is one word.

Hate.

Ugh.  God, it's everywhere.  I hate this thing.

God, do I hate this cat.  I hate it so, so much.

This cat is the worst cat I've ever seen.

In honor of Valentine's Day, I have given this cat a reprieve from my hate.

This is what happens when I do not hate this cat.

I don't know if you know this, but I fucking hate this cat.

Look at this thing. Look at how much of an asshole it is.

I hate you, cat. I hate you so much.

People know, cat. People know you now, and they, too, hate you.

FEEL IT

I hate this cat so much it hurts sometimes.