Pet recycling is catching on in England, apparently.

A woman in England, who obviously reads Content Unrelated and uses it as a vital part of how she gets the most important information available, has attempted to integrate pet recycling centers in her country.

You may remember pet recycling centers mentioned in a previous post, where it was brought up that, in theory, you could turn those ugly, useless feral cats and turn them into one heart-melting puppydog that will live you forever and ever until the end of time.

Adorable little bastard.

Well, the aforementioned woman is doing England a public service.  As you'll see in the following video, she is walking down the street, minding her own business, when out of nowhere some mangy, diseased streetcat approaches her and, I can only assume, asks her for money or drugs.

Three more of those and you'll get your puppy.

Here's how I imagine this went down:

"Psst.  Psst.  Lady.  Aye lady, com'ere."

"Excuse me?"

"Aye, you got any catnip?  I just, I just need 
some catnip.  C'mon lady.  Just a little?  
You got money?  I'll take money."

"I've nothing for you, you disease-ridden mongrel!  

Stay away from me, or else!"

"'Or else'" what, you old hag."

"..."

"FUCK."







While she was trying to to the right thing by going green, she failed to put the feline in a designated pet recycling bin.  As shown in the first post, those specially-marked bins will bear this symbol:

Someone call Al Gore so he can get on board with this newest going green fad.

And don't worry.  The cat is fine.  Bleeding-hearts.