So, it's been a rough day.  I got a parking ticket, hit a curb, and have a ton of homework with no end in sight.  So, Alana and I decided to do what never fails to make us chuckle:  we watched the Aristocats.  As I was watching, I realized the movie is both adorable, yet also disturbing in many ways.

- The lady wants to leave her fortune to her cats.  That's right.  Not to the people who would take care of her cats.  The cats themselves.  This brings loneliness to a whole new level.  I know people who love their pets a lot, but I don't know anyone who would leave their life's fortune to kittens.  One can only imagine the story of this unmarried, childless woman's life.  

-Thomas O'Malley the alley cat.  Thomas starts trying to woo Duchess when he meets her, but gets freaked when he finds out she has kittens.  It's similar to watching flirting take place in a trailer park.   

-Toulousse - While the other two kittens are clever and resourceful, their pudgy tan sibling seems to be a certain degree of retarded, plunking himself on the piano and splattering paint on the others during "Scales and Arpegios".  While Marie and Berlios are performing music, Toulousse is left to finger paint obscure artwork of the butler, Edgar.

-Roofies - Speaking of Edgar, he fucking roofies the cats, placing sleeping pills in their milk and then transporting their unconscious bodies to an undisclosed location.  While fucking Jafar is at least a magical enough villain to date-rape Jasmine, Edgar has to roofie animals.  What a loser.

I'll give more upon another viewing.