1 well, one pisses on everything it can, eats stuff that most carbon based lifeforms would step on, and makes amusing sounds when pleased. the other has a tail. So i'd have to say, The French.

2 The French; they have nuclear arms. "FIRE ZE MISSILES!!!!!!"

3 My mother's French, I've spent months in France, I'm studying for a degree in... French. So I'd say it has to be the French. Trust me - I'm an expert.

4 Give me a gun with just two bullets andlock me in a room with a Frenchman and a House Cat and I'd shoot the Frenchman. Twice. Without blinking. And I fucking HATE cats.

5 I'm half french. Yeah...I'm going to have to say the french.

6 French cats. Meauowiau.

7 It's like picking between eating haggis or drinking Piels. Even if you don't vomit, your mouth is going to taste like you did. Trying to make this decision put me in mind of an old joke about cats: Cats do what they want. They rarely listen to you. They're totally unpredictable. They whine when they are not happy. When you want to play, they want to be alone. When you want to be alone, they want to play. They expect you to cater to their every whim. They're moody. They leave hair everywhere. They drive you nuts and cost an arm and a leg. Conclusion: Cats are tiny women in cheap fur coats. It pretty much fits for the French too.