Now, for those of you who are not fans of the feline (cats, damnit - dirty minds you have) you might find the awww factor of this post at minus 17, but for those of us who are fascinated by cats and their ability to make you feel like utter shit no matter how much you try and please them, this is for you.
I was never much of a cat fan, always loved the fact that dogs greet you happily and do not look you up and down like you are a leper of some sort. Plus the fact that I am highly allergic to the near presence of the creatures, made me pretty much steer clear of their licking and purring and cute little googly eyes for most of my life. Then, one Christmas about ten years ago, my brother places a picnic basket in front of me. I was like, seriously, stop being a turd, it's Christmas not (whatever you do that includes a picnic basket) My brother, looking at me like he is about to jump up and down with glee merely says - open it. And as I lift the lid, not one but two of the cutest little balls of fur peek their heads out and in an instant - I am in love. The next few years included me being like a cat mother to my little rebellious babies, as well as having permanent hayfever and mauling allergies.
Once my two cats proceeded to move on (not die - you cold hearted souless assumer) I really missed having their bitchy attitudes and aloof personalities around - until recently, that is.
We thought it was rather sweet when one day, a cute little black kitty decided to visit. This was no regular cat though - this cat has no tail. And before you think it's gross (which it totally is, shame) it must be known that this cat is one ballsy feline. It is proud of its tailless appearance and even though I assume that it constantly get teased by the other cats for its lack of body extension, there is no doubt that this cat is nowhere near shy.
Clyde (or rent-a-cat so I have called him) has decided that his new residence is our home.This I don't mind, it is kind of enduring, but he is becoming extremely territorial. He mewos outside our door day and night and proceeds to irritate any visitors that come to say hi. He believes that my bed is his kingdom, and with my duvet being white and well him, well, not being that colour, it proves a bit of an irritation.
He has also decided that he shall bring his friends over to visit, as just this morning there was yet another cat roaming around my flat. But when he tried to jump on my bed, Clyde went into arched back mode and hissed the poor fellow right out the front door.
So, my conclusion to this matter (on the fact that my flat now seems to be the local feline hangout for cats of all shapes and sizes) is that we have a very welcoming and loving home aura.
Or.
I am in fact becoming a cat lady.
Fuuuuu.
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