Tub Cat would like to see a giant boot and that cockroach have a brief meeting of the minds. Or should that be sole’s. Either way, the meeting should take place soon. And by meeting I mean epic battle. And by epic battle I mean that the giant boot should come down on that cockroach hard. And by hard I mean that the cockroach should be dead. Very dead. Like a flat cockroach that can be slid into an envelope and posted to the pet store that was stupid enough to sell it to you. Or were they smart?

Tub Cat is returning to his Tub now. Goodbye, unwashed human.

Edit: Tub Cat is just being silly. And does not wish death on your pet. Can you pat a cockroach? Tub Cat doesn’t want to know. Tub Cat is scared of these weird brown creatures of death.