Gunn ,'Unleashed'
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No! Cats are sunshine and lollipops!
Especially when they sleep with their butt right in my face! Or the time when I stepped on a dead, completely flat bat on my living room floor. I almost lost it.
Actually, that reminds me that my cat was so het up at 3 AM trying to get into the high cupboards that I am afraid there is some sort of rodent in there.
Cats are full of sweetness and light! And hairballs, which they cough up onto MY couch, or the drapes, or anywhere other than the kitchen or bathoom linoleum floor, where it would be easier to clean up.
In a lovely wood-floored apartment that was varnished to a fair-thee-well, we used to have a big white fuzzy area rug which became nicknamed "The Barf Magnet" because cats would rush to it, their cheeks bulging out, from anywhere else in the house that it would have been a snap to clean up, and deposit their hairballs there.
And cats have a clear and well defined sense of personal space too!
eta: There's a reason I never had bath mats until Perkins got exiled to the front of the house.
I miss my cat (it's been almost 2 years since I had to put her to sleep after 16 years together). Dogs are great but there is something special about a cat.
Too bad you don't live closer GG. I have an adorable 6-week-old kitten that needs a home: [link]
OH GC, that kitty is adorable! It is too bad I don't live closer.
Failing a Barf Magnet rug, there's always the other cat to barf upon. Or you yourself, if there's no rug or other cat.
Or, if you fart in your sleep, having the Siamese decide that whatever made that horrible smell better be dug out and gotten rid of. Hubby's butt still has scratches.
My one cat has taken to barfing on my socks. Not sure why, but that's a cat. The other doesn't barf, but is obsessed with a grocery bag I left empty on the floor. It's now his playmat, he lays on it, he rolls around on it, he gets underneath and kicks it. He's addicted to brown paper. I've got a cardboard box stashed under a table and he chews on the corners of the flaps, they're all rounded off. The only way I can keep him from scratching the furniture is a, you got it, cardboard scratch pad. I tried a carpet covered one, even rubbed catnip on it. Noooo, it's got to be cardboard. But, my furniture is in great shape so I'm not going to knock it.
someone is trying to pick a fight with me. lalala
dinner has been ready for 50 min. - he's not hungry. He wants a square drawn ( to be something like on one of his cartoons). One I drew, TOO SMALL. The next I drew, TOO BIG. The difference between the 2, about a quarter of an inch on 2 sides, so I drew one that split the difference - STILL WRONG! oh, child. He is responding to me calling him on it, calmed down pretty quickly when I told him he was trying to fight with me and I didn't want to.