Come to think of it, I think people like Dayton are Ace, and can't admit it, because of that "red blooded American man" horseshit down south.
That used to be my mom's cat in the morning. It always did brighten me up to push her calico ass off the railing. When you are a pissed off declawed pile of fluff, fangs, and hiss it is not good to be around grumpy people bigger than you in the morning. Before anyone says anything my mother loved that thing no matter how much it made her bleed, but even PETA would have declawed that abusive demon cat. It took years, a few quarts of blood, tons of patience, and gallons of tears before she was declawed, but she got a lot more love after the cat lost hers. Both her and my mom. My mom has yet to be declawed, but my sister had grandkids which are decent distractions and shields.