Photos don't lie... Queenie's cat is the devil.

Picture this... It is late at night. You are safely tucked into your bed. You have just gotten to the part of the dream where Vince Vaughn is proposing marriage. You are happy and content. You breathe in and out in a rhythmic snore.

Suddenly you start to suffocate.

You are inhaling fur.

Lithal has fallen asleep on your head again.

She is the devil.

Picture this… It is early in the morning. You stumble out of your warm covers. You make your way to the bathroom without fully opening your eyes.

Suddenly you step in a cold mass of hair and bile.

Lithal hacked on the carpet.

She is the devil.
Picture this… you are trying to watch CSI Miami on Monday night. You are lounging on the couch under the Betty Boop blanket. You are at the part where Heratio is about to deliver his witty line.

Suddenly a loving, little fur ball jumps onto your chest.

You think she is there to snuggle.

She is not. She is there to do some crazy ritualistic cat massage on your nipples.

She stamps her little paws up and down crushing your breasts until you are forced to push her off.

She is the devil.