If it fits, I sits. Especially if it’s right in front of your face.
So I started a new job, a fantastic job that allows me to sleep in. Dream come true right? Not if you have cats.
My new alarm doesn’t go off until 8:30, as opposed to the 7:00 am alarm that my cats have grown used to over the past year.
This is a real problem for their little cat worlds. The last two days have started with me beating them off my pillow and throwing them across the room (dramatization) at 7:15 because I’ve apparently overstayed my welcome in my bed.
People unwise to the dickish tendencies of cats might think this cute. “Aww, they just want to make sure you’re on time for work,” someone might say.
You couldn’t be more wrong if you tried. Cats are evil, hateful, fur-covered little creatures that love ruining people’s days in any way they can.
Sorry there isn’t a picture to accompany this blog. Like I’m thinking clearly in my early morning rages.