AHHHHHHH
I am this [ __ ] close to signing Daxie up for feline miltary duty in Botswana or the Virgin Islands. The little bastard has, for the 3rd morning in a row, woke me by jumping on my head and/or dancing on my chest and/or crying or purring loudly at 5am. Why? Because he's hungry.
Oh wah. It's not like he has competition for his food or a strenuous energy-consuming lifestyle. He sleeps all day and bugs the shit out of me at night. I've thrown him out of my room more than once this week. That doesn't really work. He mainly paws at the door and cries. I can't sleep through that either.
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Is it cruel to lock him in another room, far from yours? Maybe I shouldn't get a cat....
~The Booklahver
I've personally found joy with my all-you-can-eat, automatic cat feeding system... Of course I have very fat cats, but they don't have to wear bikinis.
No. He just misses his partner-in-crime, Emerson. They usually entertain each other. Since Daxie is working this mission alone, I'm his only source of attention and entertainment.
Not all cats are nutty like mine. Some are quite sweet and very quiet.
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