In Russia, there are shows called “Cat Theatres” which, as you may have guessed, feature performing cats. Check this out.

When reached for comment, my cat Nilla lifted her head off of the ground, meowed briefly, then went back to sleep. Which I’m pretty sure means, “Fuck those commies” in American cat lingo.

It really illustrates how unwilling to work we Americans are. Then again, most of our cats get food every day while these cats are either forced into feline prostitution for any tomcat with a dollar and a need, or they have to work just to survive. I’m pretty sure if you made me live in Russia, I’d be jumping off of stools through hoops if it meant not having to eat more potatoes and vodka. I already shit in a box half the time, I’m pretty sure I’ve got that part down pat.