I find it funny when people say "when life gives you lemons you should make lemonade". Well unless you've got the vodka to spike the bitch I don't want you're damn lemonade.
As you've probably heard me vent about the overly exhausting topic of my sick cat who is still barely hanging in there. I've come to realize that I'm not the only one in the house feeling like my life has changed upside down. My other cat Clyde has taken it upon himself to start acting up and treating me like I'm the asshole that made the other cat sick (Dexter).
Yesterday I was diligently "working" on the computer building websites and building social media banners and what-not when Clyde strolls in and plops down next to me. For those of you who don't know Clyde is a 16lb beast of a cat that has the temper of a 50yr old woman who just found out she's going through the change. Finicky as all hell and if you don't do what he wants he makes it known that YOU are not going to be welcomed at the pearly gates in the end (not his gates at least). He then decides it's time for mom to pet him while I'm at my computer chair. Reaching up from his hind legs and tapping me on the shoulder in hopes that I will pet him (yup he's that big) I reach down to do so for a minute or two. I lift my arm back up to do some work and the fat punk bites into my arm. OUCH! Bleeding and cursing at him I go into the kitchen to wash up and he then comes in to show me his teeth again as if were saying that he's not done with me yet.
Pissed as hell about the events for the day I ignored him for most of the night, thinking that I was proving a point. You're not going to bite me because you're not getting all the attention, due to a sick brother in the house. Yeah, so goes that plan.
I woke up this morning to a warm steamy pile of crap next to my bed. POINT TAKEN YOU LITTLE SHIT!
As you've probably heard me vent about the overly exhausting topic of my sick cat who is still barely hanging in there. I've come to realize that I'm not the only one in the house feeling like my life has changed upside down. My other cat Clyde has taken it upon himself to start acting up and treating me like I'm the asshole that made the other cat sick (Dexter).
Yesterday I was diligently "working" on the computer building websites and building social media banners and what-not when Clyde strolls in and plops down next to me. For those of you who don't know Clyde is a 16lb beast of a cat that has the temper of a 50yr old woman who just found out she's going through the change. Finicky as all hell and if you don't do what he wants he makes it known that YOU are not going to be welcomed at the pearly gates in the end (not his gates at least). He then decides it's time for mom to pet him while I'm at my computer chair. Reaching up from his hind legs and tapping me on the shoulder in hopes that I will pet him (yup he's that big) I reach down to do so for a minute or two. I lift my arm back up to do some work and the fat punk bites into my arm. OUCH! Bleeding and cursing at him I go into the kitchen to wash up and he then comes in to show me his teeth again as if were saying that he's not done with me yet.
Pissed as hell about the events for the day I ignored him for most of the night, thinking that I was proving a point. You're not going to bite me because you're not getting all the attention, due to a sick brother in the house. Yeah, so goes that plan.
I woke up this morning to a warm steamy pile of crap next to my bed. POINT TAKEN YOU LITTLE SHIT!
Clyde ~ The point maker!
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