It's forbidden!

You know how in Beauty and the Beast, how the minute Belle knows that the West Wing is forbidden, she immediately wants nothing more than to find out why? To go there?

Forbidden fruit, my friends, forbidden fruit.

Well, there is a forbidden room in my house. At least, it's forbidden to my cats. It's my roommates' room. It's just a room. Nothin' special. There's a bed. Some clothes. A lamp. 

But because that room is forbidden, my cats want nothing more in the whole world (including dinner, which they like, A LOT) that to go in that room. It's irresistible. They can't help themselves. 

They have to see what's in that room. They must see what's in that room. 

It's driving them mad.

But I am here to tell you, kitties, nothing good can come from forbidden places. Just ask Belle. 

Do you want to end up in the snow being chased by wolves? Do you? DO YOU? And when I have to save your asses and get attacked by the wolves, will you nurse me back to health? No. No you will not. Because you are fucking cats. 

Does anyone else think Belle is totally the hottest Disney princess? She's so bookish and feisty. Plus she always has the hair falling in her face. It's so sexy, I love that.