When I was 3 years old I cut off my cat’s ear with scissors. I actually remember doing this. My intentions weren’t malevolent in the least. The cat simply was the unfortunate victim of me learning in the wrong order about the cutting capabilities of scissors and the tolerance for pain in your standard household feline. Which, by the way, is not very high. The cat was NOT STOKED. Niether was my mom. Or my sister (who claimed, legitimately, more ownership of the cat, seeing as how she was 5 and all).
Since that day I have never once cut off a cat’s ear.
They’re a rare combined affront to both fashion and function. It’s an ugly way to ensure that you can’t run when you need to or not bleed everywhere if you accidentally step on broken glass. Like they’re fine in the shower at the gym, but outside of instances like that, it’s a lazy man’s footwear. Sandals are sweatpants for feet. I don’t like sweatpants either.