The evidence was irrefutible. I found this one in an unguarded moment enjoying a vile repast. (Apalling taste, embracing a can of d*g food, don't you know?)

This one was playing with a squeaky toy BONE. Ghastly!!!

And another one...drooling! What an abominable habit.

I found this one of a tortie on a walk, restrained by a leash, no less, wagging her skinny d*ggie tail.. How COULD she be so SUBSERVIENT and still be feline?

The worst was the calico posing with a fire hydrant right in the middle of the living room in place of a litterbox! Was there no end to this depravity?