the bane of my existence.
Posted on | December 16, 2010 | 51 Comments
psycho kitty.
i’ve always been an animal lover. i’m the type who cries the ugly cry at the mere mention of a sara mclaughlan ASPCA commercial. i wanted to be a zoologist or a marine biologist when i grew up (then realized science and math was required. jay slash kay!). when i was 12 my mom adopted a manatee for me named Dugan. having a thing for animals was just ingrained in me – my mom owned a pet shop (with monkeys and parrots and puppies oh my!) before i was born. i truly, truly heart the aminals.
but charkey? charkey just grinds my gears.
she is Scot’s cat. she is sweet enough, but for the love of friskies, she doesn’t DO anything. well, i should say she doesn’t do anything during the day. during the day she sleeps, takes a turd bomb or two and then sleeps some more. you know, to rest up for night time, barfing on things and generally being an asshole.
from day one her hair has taken over the damn place. it’s everywhere. if it’s not covering my clothes, my comforter or my couch, it’s in it’s recycled state in a lump on my side of the bed. seriously. the cat can only hurk where i need to sleep, sit or step. it’s like murphy’s law of cat hurk.
i may enjoy her a little more if she maybe, cuddled during the day or sat on the couch with us or something. but the only cuddling she prefers to do is with my face in the middle of the night. god forbid she sleep at the foot of the bed like a normal cat who doesn’t really like people that much. NO. sleeping is so much more fun next to mandy’s grill. but let’s not like, stay asleep there all night. let’s go get a drink of water and then upon return, use the HEAD of the bed to jump up onto instead of the foot. throw a good loud MEROWW in for good measure as you land on mandy’s face.
every night, after spending a bit of time alone doing “worky” things, i head to bed, my head full of important things (opal, grocery lists, bills, unlaminating my list and putting ryan reynolds back on it) and unimportant things (cleaning baseboards). i toss and turn even though i’m exhausted until eventually sleep takes over. then? then this little turn of events happens.
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this continues all night until the sweet release of morning comes. then that jerk sleeps on my pillow for the majority of the day.
considering a review and giveaway of psycho kitty. or possibly “accidentally” leaving the door open whilst i’m bringing the groceries in.
post summary: psycho kitty can eat my shorts.
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Mandy Reply:
December 16th, 2010 at 2:41 pm
ha! i did.
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