They call these Sphynx cats. That seems like a pretty big compliment for what appears to be a walking ballsack. This has to be in the top five worst designed animals in existence. A lot of people think they’re cute, but honestly if I woke up in my bed in the middle of the night and this little four legged scrotum was staring back at me, my first instinct would be to try to kill it. It’s not because I hate cats, or because I think it’s a funny joke. It’s because this looks more like something that a villain from Ghostbusters would have sent to kill me than a real living animal. From an evolutionary standpoint, your species is not doing well when other animals panic and attempt to kill you upon first encounter.

I feel sorry for it more than anything. It has to be freezing every second of every day. It looks absolutely petrified because its body is in no way suited for this world, and it struggles for survival in the soft, warm, predator free living room. I can’t even hate this cat, and that makes me angry. I hate that feeling. Oh wait, nevermind, there it is!