From Pawper to Fat Cat

This damn cat Hallie, it's about time she helped us out with the rent. The renting company that owns our community is putting on a YouTube competition, and we submitted the above video -- featuring our damn cat -- hoping to win over fans of this here blog.

Hallie did a surprisingly great job. Don't get cocky, cat.

If you like the video, please go to our YouTube page and "like" it for real by clicking "like," the way that all people like things in the new age:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVZtHwEH62I

If we win by getting the most "like"s, I promise that I will take suggestions for a super-duper blog post. And you can even be in it!

Hallie Challenges Hank to an Open Furum

This damn cat Hallie, she's got some competition.

After spending the weekend on her new shelf, Hallie has regained the confidence once sapped from her by her boring days the way my dinner is sapped from me by Hallie's gross mouth. The story about the shelf, by the way, is that Hallie is too stupid to know what not to climb on, so Nick took a piece of wood from my desk and nailed it two feet above our mantel so that Hallie would climb up on it instead of walking around behind the TV and stepping on shit.

Anyway. Hallie read today that there's a cat running for Senate. That cat is named Hank. And that damn cat Hank has been challenged to a debate.

To be clear, Hallie isn't running for Senate. Hallie isn't running for anything except for her life when I'm chasing her down the stairs with a cup of hot water. I think she's just grown tired of cracking snide comments about the hit NBC documentary drama "Whitney."

Even though she isn't running for office, she does have a campaign slogan: "We Are the 2 Percent." Get it, like the milk?

Now It's Personal

This damn cat Hallie, she's clawed her way to a tipping point. I apologize for not updating the blog over the past few days. I would have, but my hand has been unusable after Hallie had her way with it. Let me go through the atrocities Hallie has committed in just a week:

1. Scratched me on the hand. It hurt.

2. Scratched me on the inside of my forearm. It bled.

3. Jumped up behind the TV and shut the whole entertainment system down by turning the power off.

4. Threw up on the stairs.

Atrocity No. 2 was the most painful for me. Atrocity No. 3 was the worst for Nick. And Atrocity No. 4 was bad for everyone.

To pay Hallie back, I doused her with a cup of water last night. She got all wet and ran under Nick's bed whining like a little bitch. Nick was initially upset but REMEMBER ATROCITY NO. 3, NICK.

The sad news is that Hallie is growing up and she's growing up terribly. The stuff that used to be cute is now just annoying. It's time to bring to life the namesake of this blog's URL and rally public opinion in our favor. Please vote in our poll to the right.

My closing argument is a quote from Stephen Colbert: "I love kittens, and I will continue to do so until the moment they become cats."

I Have Not Received Your E-Meow

This damn cat Hallie, she's so evil that she's penetrated our subconscious. Last night, Nick the Roommate was sleeping soundly, and Hallie had to go and ruin it by slipping into his dreams.

The following is Nick's account of his dream involving me:

"You were talking to Hallie. Something like, 'Hallie, I got your email. I appreciate you not throwing up on the shoes.' But in REAL LIFE, she did throw up very close to the shoes. Before you left, though. Waite was up... haha."

Yes, "haha," everyone enjoy a good laugh at the expense of our shoes!

Don't Expect a Valentine From This Feline

This damn cat Hallie, she got all excited about Valentine's Day and peaked too early. By "excited" I mean that she ran around all last night and the night before knocking over things, and by "things" I mean mugs, and by "knocking over" I mean barnstorming into them in a berserk befitting of chimera all juiced up on steroids.

So now Nick's "Word Cup" mug is shattered, and Hallie doesn't care, because she doesn't use it anyway -- she drinks out of a damn bowl all day. Everything that Hallie doesn't use is a target. Mug: destroyed. Guitar strings: stripped. Christmas presents: opened. And torn up. Hearts: broken.

Happy Valentine's Day, you filthy animal.

The Critics Say: Read This Blog, Hate This Cat

This damn cat Hallie, she's been up to no good for two and a half months. And in recognition of our two-and-a-half-month anniversary, I'd like to officially unveil several prominent, real-life endorsements of This Damn Cat.

These endorsements have not been solicited in any way. They were purely spontaneous:

"After the latest entry, AOTA sees it fit to endorse this blog as well as Furman Cain's presidential bid." -- Andrew Waite, American Occupational Therapy Association, Frisbee Golf Semi-Pro

"We like the pictures." -- Nick Cammarota, Prince George's Gazette, Cat and Hat Owner

“This is the must-read blog for all things annoying and Hallie!” --- Stephanie Halligan, Financial Panther, Anonymous Commenter

“This blog helps the people of interested web-surfing communities in meeting their need for philosophical felines, helps promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of Hallie, and helps promote a better understanding of Hallie on the part of Americans.” -- Emily Varanay, Peace Corps Volunteer, Portuguese Learner

“I am a big fan of ‘Kill Hallie.’ There's nothing more exciting than news of a new blog post, which is always a guaranteed laugh. Short and to the point, Matt shares a look at life with this lazy, conniving furball. Everyone will surely enjoy tales of Hallie's entitled sass, failed attempts to escape, and evil plots to take out her owner's roommates. Or at least check it out for the hilarious photos.” -- Kathleen Newbould, Crohn's & Colitis Foundation of America, Owner of a Better Pet

“GSA cannot show to be in support of, or supporting the demise of, any household pets, insects or entities (see article 10.3.5.7.123456789 of the Constitution).” -- Jon Rubin, General Services Administration, Monster Truck Historian

Hallie Gets Pawlitical

This damn cat Hallie, she's been watching a lot of news lately. Mostly she's been tuned into politics, and because Virginia hasn't voted in the Republican primary yet, Hallie is talking left and right (mostly right) about which candidate she wants to support for president.

So far she's narrowed it down to Meowt Gingrich, Kitten Romney, Ron Paw and Furman Cain.

Hallie likes Meowt's open-pet-ownership policy, but she's not crazy about his cats-on-the-moon plan. Hallie says she's a confurvative voter, and that's why she's skeptical of Kitten, and his universal cat-nip program in Massachusetts. And the only reason she likes Paw and Furman is because she thinks that if they were president that she would have a shot at being the secretary of the Department of Health and Hairball Services.

Can't Wait for My Super Bowl!

Another guest post by Hallie

Today is a great day and do you know why it's because first of all Negrin and Waite are coming back from their separate vacations and secondly because everyone for weeks has been talking about this Super Bowl and the Super Bowl party that my great friend Nick is going to throw and although I'm not entirely sure what it means I'm pretty sure that it means I'm going to be getting a new bowl for my food which is good because my current bowl is so old and Nick won't replace it because he thinks it's just fine but let me ask you something Nick how do you know it's fine do you eat out of it everyday I didn't think so but I have to eat out of it every day often twice a day and have you ever tried to eat food from the same bowl twice a day every day for however long I've been alive like a year and a half or something well if you have then you probably deserve a new bowl and that bowl better be pretty damn super.

Who Needs a Vacation?

This damn cat Hallie, you can always tell when she's jealous, because she'll start meowing a lot. I guess she does that all the time for everything, but still, she's always jealous, and she always meows, so, ipso facto, am I right?????

This week Hallie is jealous because Negrin and Waite are leaving for the weekend and she has to stick around while Nick feeds her. It's a good thing that Nick HAS THAT NEW HAT I GOT HIM so he can pretend he's someone else and Hallie will get confused and not beg him for food.

I caught Hallie on expedia.com the other day looking up flights to the Indian subcontinent. What an obscure place to want to go, Hallie! What's over there? With whom would you stay? What would you eat? They don't sell your brand of pellets in New Delhi. Probably.

You're not going anywhere. Stick around for the Super Bowl so you can root for your dumb Catriots.