You know what makes me laugh more than the childish behavior I've witnessed tonight?
twig insists that I'm a Cat Lady. Oh how I wish I had that Honor. Unfortunately, to be an official Cat Lady, one must have two, that's 2, two,
or more Cats in the household. Sadly, I have but one.
But she's a wonderful companion. She curls up next to my pillow at night when I go to sleep. Wakes me up in the morning when the sun shines through the window. If I don't wake up straight away, She'll walk back and forth around and across me till I blurt out an expletive or two. But She's satisfied I haven't died in my sleep so we're good to go.
I know there are some reading this who know exactly what I'm talking about, even though they may not want to admit it in this thread, due to the unfortunate circumstances. No worries. You know your Cat is your bud, and your Cat is well aware of this too.
Anyway, I'm probably going to get more misguided flak for this but, oh well. That's how life rolls. And if ya know how to ride the son of a bitch, it can actually be fun!
Okay, my Friends, my enemas, and my Frenemies. Enjoy your night.
