No, I didn't have another hypochondria inspired visit to the emergency room for phantom chest pains or a troubling blood pressure reading after an early morning chicken-choking session.
But thanks for your concern. I love you too.
No, this is a different kind of sickness altogether.
If you are a regular visitor who loves animals (particularly cats), are easily offended (Question: why do you even come here?) or are even just a genuinely good person with a kind and caring heart (again, why do you come here?), then please, for the love of God and all that's Holy, DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES click on the Kitten Cannon.
You really won't like it. I'm serious. Don't fucking do it. Not even out of morbid curiosity after a couple of glasses of Pinot Grigio. Don't. Fucking. Do it.
I can't afford to lose any of my regular visitors. A 50% decline would pretty much leave me talking to myself here.
If, however, you are a sick and twisted fuck like me who remembers with fond nostalgia a book called "101 Uses For A Dead Cat", then click away.
If this graphic (that was a warning, folks...OOPS...too late...you already saw it...my bad!) image
drags even a hint of a smile or a guilty chuckle from you, then click on the Kitten Cannon to your heart's content.
You can thank THIS sick fuck for bringing this addictive lttle game to my attention.