imagine steve buscemi responding to your ad on craiglist for a cat sitter then coming by to meet the cat and kissing your cats wee paws
I used to read books aloud to my cats when I was a kid. We would sit in front of the heater and usually it was Dr. Seuss books.
when youre laying down and your pet walks across your internal organs and youre like OW FUCK and they dont even care they just keep standing on your spleen like its their job
same thing with little kids and their elbows when they lean on you or try to sit in your lap
Melissa (the main teacher): That’s my black bead (points to bead on the floor)
Me (thinks she is telling me to sweep up a black bean and sweeps it into dustbin, while looking at her as she is looking at me from her spot on the floor sitting with a kid)
(Melissa’s face looks shocked)
(My face becomes Oops I just realized what I did)
Me: haha sorry I thought you were asking me to sweep it up. I will get it back for you
Melissa: I just thought you were trying to tell me how you really feel about me
Me; Hehe like I was being one of those cats who look you in the eye while they knock your things off shelves.
Aww, that’s cute. I’m a believer that if you give them a chance, cats can be friendly and I think that people shouldn’t stereotype them all as being meanies because some of them aren’t.
My cat used to growl and scratch at me if I tried to move her over so I could get in my bed to sleep, and she didn’t let me put her in my lap. Now she is very nice and cuddly. It makes me happy, but at the same time, I’m pretty sure she is like this only because she is 18 years old and misses her sister who died, and also knows her time will come soon, too. It makes me sad to think about that. But that’s the main reason why I go home to my parents house so often, is to visit her.
I told my friend that there’s a cute boy sleeping on my bed and all she said was “male cats don’t count.”