how many times can they say Purrfect in one press release, anyway?

I'll have you know, I was scarred by this sort of stuff. My worst roommate EVER (worse than Katherine Pang by far) had this picture of a white fluffball crosseyed mutant persian thing (not a real cat, I'm sure) and the poster (inspirational crap again) said

I'm Purrfect just the way I am.

I've never gotten over the deep aversion it gave me. But that's what I get for getting stuck living with an oboe player from Texas for a whole summer. She ironed her jeans with spray starch at the age of 17. God only knows what she's like now.