with their kitty mouse mads, coffee mugs emblazoned with an actual photograph of Princess Jasmine Cuddleclaws, 2009 cat desk calendar, unsolicited mass email forwards informing you as to 50 things that cats love/hate/find amusing/are nonplussed by/look for when purchasing a small family hatchback etc, insistence on showing you pictures of their cats (which they carry around in their fucking purses...the pictures that is, not the cats), subscriptions to cat magazines (which they also write for), weekends spent comparing pussies with total strangers in East Midlands leisure centres surrounded by other feline friendly freaks and all this coupled with a total inability to interrelate with human beings on any level.