Hey guys, remember that time when we heard about the movie with the talking cat, which was called A Talking Cat? Well, it is on the instant watch on Netflix. Just FYI. It says I won’t really like it, and I think Netflix knows me pretty well. I think the cat should have a child voice, not an adult man voice. But if you wanna watch it, go for it!
This is me when my cat tries to eat my food, but I say “kitties” instead of “children”
I called that cat Kitty and Cat and Dingus and a bunch of mean things so often that sometimes I’d have to think for a few minutes to remember that his real name was Hermes. I kind of miss him now that we don’t live together, and I wonder if he misses me.
You know you love your cat when you contort yourself into uncomfortable positions just so you don’t have to disturb her sleep or move her.
Now hiring: Personal back masseuse.
On my first night back home for spring break, I slept over at my friend’s apartment, and their cat slept and cuddled with me all night.
On my second night home, I slept in my own bed with my own cat, Jamie, sleeping next to me all night.
This is the life.
Yesterday I went to the GFC for knitting club and some girl brought her cat, and it curled up and cuddled in my lap for about 30 minutes. It was one of the best things ever to happen.
The kitty intentionally tried to make me mad by weaseling his way into my room and trying to mess all my stuff up the second I opened my door this morning when I woke up. I went over to him and said, “I hate you so much. Get out of my room, now.” and he just looked at me with giant pupils and outstretched claws. Then I said, “Leave. Do you want me to strangle you? Because I really will this time, I mean it.” and then he started purring so hard. Then I grabbed my hoodie and threw it over him, grabbed him, and threw him into the hallway and shut my door.