I don't know what possessed my grandparents to get all of these cats. I'm hoping it was temporary insanity.
Sadly, as my grandparents seem to feed any old cat that shows up at their house, I think this is more of a permanent affliction. They should probably seek professional help for this problem.
Sadly, I don't have the monetary resources to help my grandparents learn that cats are nowhere near as cute as dogs, and Sarah is too cheap to fund this herself. Plus, obviously, she likes to torture me, so she's perfectly happy to subject me to the cats.
I'm holding out hope that my grandparents realize how much I hate the cats and decide to get rid of them. After all, I'm so much cuter and more awesome - they really should just do what I want.