We believe cats are perfect.
That’s the problem.
They are beautiful, intelligent, affectionate creatures equipped with knives on every toe
and absolutely no remorse.
We believe love means accepting risk.
That loyalty is staying after the scratch.
That trust is rebuilt daily, usually with treats.
We believe the scars tell a story.
Of ambushes survived.
Of boundaries ignored.
Of lessons never fully learned.
This is not a club you join.
It’s a truth you accept.
If you’ve ever said
“it was my cat”
and meant it with pride—
You belong here.
You lived. Barely.
Welcome to the Murder Mittens Survivors Club.
