A blogworthy television experience

and something to watch when nothing is on

#catfromhell 

#jacksongalaxy

#gangstapussies

Saturday was like many other of my weekend days — relaxing, wasting time, just hanging out.

During my drug infused daze, drunkenness, … I mean… free time, I came across a show on Animal Planet titled “My Cat From Hell.”

Before discussing the show, we must first discuss its host. He calls himself Jackson Galaxy. And he loves kitties. No matter how sneaky, murderous or fatally dangerous, Jackson loves Kitties.

Just in case you’re wondering, no, not as much as Bubbles from “Trailer Park Boys.”

His appearances on the show always begin with a shot of his Guy Fieri-esque convertible, followed by close-ups of him firin’ her up and shifting it into gear. Galaxy takes off with the wind blowing through his hair  over his bald head, eyes bespectacled by bright green-framed sunglasses. He soon arrives at his location rocking full sleeve tats on both arms and swinging a 5-inch goatee-mutton chop sideburn combo.

What the hell, just go to the show’s website and see what he looks like for yourself in this video where he teaches how to properly pet a cat. Open up the link in a new window, and then return so we can continue our discussion.

Pretty funny, right? Maybe next time you will use proper petting technique.

Anyhow, Jackson visits people who have “cats from hell.” These are the real stars of the show. The clips of these adorable fur balls provide plenty of laughs. From the kitty being cradled who latches on to his owner’s arm, to the precious pussy (let’s take a moment to appreciate how clean this blog has been, and laugh at that last word) who puts the man of the house in the hospital with a carved up arm swollen to twice its normal size, these cats are gangsta.

Which is why Jackson comes to the rescue in his chromed our chariot.

Spoiler alert: Every time Jackson shows up, we see a clip of the cat owners saying something along the lines of  “Jackson definitely looks nothing like I expected.”

He also walks into the home carrying a guitar case, which contains his cat shit — toys, notebooks, food, treats, actual cat shit.

I have only seen about two and a half episodes, but yes, I have seen him get mauled. It was the best part of the series.

The rest is pretty predictable. The owners figure out what they have been doing wrong, why the cat is acting like it is; we all learn about cat’s feelings and behaviors a little — you know, gay stuff.

So what do we do with “My Cat From Hell?” I can’t see any other option than to start hash tags on twitter such as #catfromhell, #jacksongalaxy or even #gangstapussies, and try to get people to say more funny things about this show. In a digital world continuing to shove cute kittens doing nothing in our faces and calling it funny, I think it’s time to give some love to the cats from hell.

Because they’re still cute cuddly kittens in God’s and Galaxy’s eyes.