Hate My Cats
Yeah, really...I hate those messy bags of nothing.
Do you remember how much I loved my kittens?
Well, they got bigger and now they are seriously stressing me out. I don't get it...I made sure they were liter trained, but yet they insist on crapping all over the place and knocking down everything they can. I so hate them now!!!
To make matters worse, I think one of them is pregnant.
That's it. From now on the garage door is staying up and hopefully they won't come home. I know that sounds cruel, especially since I know that if I don't see them again it's because a coyote got 'em, but man...I just don't care.
They totally destroyed my beloved childhood baby carriage. That was the only thing I had left from when I was a kid. It was very special to me and they ruined it.
Cats suck.
posted by Kathy at 9:01 AM
2 Comments:
I'm biting my tongue and sitting on my hands with all I've got! Can I just gently ask you to think of alternatives? One might rhyme with granimal skelter...
12:44 PM
Most cats act out if they're not getting enough attention. It's a myth that cats just want to be left alone. Sure they don't need as much as dogs, but they still gotta know you care about 'em.
Sounds like you don't.
Also, remember: they're animals. They're doing what comes naturally to them. Give them a book of rules and demand compliance.
6:32 PM
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