Sunday, April 05, 2009
Ungrateful Hoodlums
I’ve mentioned, a time or two, to my cats, when they are trying to fricken take the food I’m eating out of my mouth as I’m eating it that they would probably not care one whit if I died. I think, when my cat licks me, she’s just tasting me and waiting, in anticipation, for my demise. And frankly, I think she’s the ring leader instructing the other cats how to be under foot all the time, in an effort to trip me and cause me to break my neck.
I have cats that chew my head when I’m in bed. Like they are trying to get to my brains, a high source of protein, I suppose. I’ve seen them staring at me, with that look in their eye that is a bit unsettling. So, I’m not in the least bit surprised by these results:
I think it’s time that I draft up a Terms and Conditions for them to sign if they wish to remain living here. I’m going to begin working on it tomorrow. I will be putting it up when it’s finalized....as evidence should I suddenly, without provocation, disappear. (Question the cats, first.)
[link found on Rachel’s site.]
