lilamysunshine

You know, I feel a liittle psycho about this, but I've been cat sitting for a week now, and I'm starting to really hate that fucking goddamn cat. I come home, the kitchen is all askew from where she was climbing on the fridge and knocked a tray onto my tea set that my girlfriends made for my birthday. (She's lucky it didn't break anything, or else she would be little more than a pile of fur at this point.) And then she wants me to love on her. But her idea of loving is that I pet her and she crawls on me with her claws and occassionally pulls herself up by my skin. It's not fun.

Logically, I'm pretty sure that this is just a cat thing and none of it is specifically designed to make me want to punch her in the face. But nonetheless, the punching desire is there. Oh yes. It's there.