If you’re anything like me, you’re largely unimpressed by cats. “Oh, you’re enjoying your Sunday afternoon, sitting in your favorite chair and catching up on some reading? I’m just going to ninja my way across the room and then bite the shit out of your feet. Happy birthday, asshole.” Give me a big, dumb, loyal dog with nothing remotely resembling an independent streak any day of the week. With that said, I had a hard time not enjoying this portrait of a lost (but not forgotten, obviously) cat of Harriet‘s by Valerie Vargas at Frith Street Tattoo in London, England. After the jump, we zoom out to see this cold-blooded killer letting loose on an errant bumblebee.