I can imagine you staring at that picture in abject confusion, with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth.
Tentatively, you use a single finger to trace the outlines of the letters, cock your head to the side, and squint ferociously in a futile attempt to filter the dastardly canines out of the jumble and isolate the precious felines.
But alas, you cannot. Nearly in tears, you rush to your beloved imageboard and hammer out a post in obscene haste, CRUISE CONTROL engaged, claiming your stupidity as the fault of the site, and not any flaw on your part.
Rapidshare, I love you. I truly do, from the bottom of my heart. Nothing of late has given me more pleasure than watching poor fools stuck at a CAPTCHA meant to weed out mindless machines.
How does it feel, to be classed lower than a simple script?