I'm an evil pet owner. Tasha's gotten this new habit of waking me up at 6am each morning so I can greet her as she climbs up on the bed and perhaps move from "her" spot if I happen to have the audacity to roll into it in the night. Of course after she screams in my face until I wake up and pet her feebly she settles in to sleep for distance. And this morning looking at her completely sacked out on MY bed sleeping the sleep only the truly satisfied can sleep - I had the OVERWHELMING urge to bounce the bed until she's completely disturbed and agitated.
But I didn't. Instead I gave her her morning kiss and pet and trudged off to the office so I can keep paying the rent for her highness. But I reeaaalllllyyyy considered it.
Oh and I take WAY too much satisfaction in this particular post:
http://open.salon.com/blog/verbal_remedy/2009/06/28/shaving_somebody_elseskitty
Namely because that cat is the exactly copy of my darling Tasha - fur length, density, color and of course the attitude...
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