I swear. The next time Blu drags her butt across the carpet, or Twinkie overeats and throws up, or Macy Gray jumps up on the kitchen table…
It seems like my life has evolved into something of a pet slave (not owner). I spend half of my day cleaning the carpet, chasing cats from places they aren’t supposed to be, swatting cat fur out of my face, and scooping litter boxes.
And here I was thinking I was gonna be the alpha cat in this household.
What is that old saying? “Dogs have masters. Cats have staff.” ;-)
my cat hates me too…she is trying to kill me!