My cat and I are having a spat.
She seems to think my spot on the bed is her spot on the bed.
She also seems to think my glass of water conveniently placed on my bedside table is her glass of water conveniently placed on my bedside table.
She also has the crazy idea that my stomach was made specifically for her pillowing pleasure.
Kitty has no sense of "personal space."
Our spat came to a head the other day as I was wrapping up some emails in the office.
Kitty: meow!
Katy: What?!
Kitty: MEow!
Katy: What!
Kitty: MEEEEOOOWWW!
Katy: What? What? What?! What do you want?! Whatwhatwhat!
Kitty: Meow?
And just before I tear my hair out of my head -
Husband: Um, don't let the cat stress you out.
Okay, so maybe I'm a little tired.
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