You just gave me every single reason to not have to prove ANYTHING related to the cat. You can make all the jokes you want, make up all the shitty zoophilia fanfics in your head, or call me a rapist. But we all know you don't believe I did anything bad to the cat, you dumb fucks.
You, by talking with your gut, acquited me of any accusation you ever did in regards of the cat. It's amazing how unaware of your own words you can be.
But, there's an important issue I would like to point out now. Remember when you made fun of:
— My rare congenital disease
— The fact you made fun of how furries went mask off to me?
— How a retarded, man hating bitch (Gabby) humiliated my teen aged self in group therapy, amongst women and teens?
— The possibility I had to use a wheelchair
— Obnoxious, very rapey incest jokes (I'm looking at you, @Sparkletor 2.0,, you cunt)
— The equivalent of "haha Claudio incel" jokes
— My tracheotomy
Wanna know who does that? Wanna know who makes fun of things someone else never had control over?
Evil people. Demons in the flesh.
That's what you are. Thanks for showing how you truly are inside.