Anyone who knows me knows that my cats are my kids. I will most of the time be nicer to animals
than people, and if you come to my house be prepared to leave with a good
amount of cat hair attached to your clothes.
I have a ton of pictures of my cats in my phone, and maybe two of my
husband. (Is that bad? He doesn’t like pictures anyway.) They do really strange things sometimes, and
I don’t know if it’s just my little weirdos, or if it’s a cat thing in
general. For the longest time they weren’t
allowed to sleep in our room with us, until we moved to TX. Now a king size bed isn’t big enough for 2
people and 2 cats. We usually end up in
a corner of the bed while they’re stretched out and comfy. Unless of course one of them has made himself
comfortable sleeping on my head. And I
wonder why I wake up sweating in the middle of the night. I always say orange male cats are the best. There are times they act more like dogs. One of them is always waiting by the door when
we come home. I really don’t know what
we did with all of our time before we had them, since we spend so much time on
them now. There are times they drive me
absolutely crazy, like in my Make it Take it post where I posted a picture of
Jake, who is about 18lbs, making his way through my cabinets. About a week ago he woke us up in the middle
of the night chattering like crazy. I
made my husband go make sure he wasn’t having a heart attack. Nope!
There was a salamander on the window screen and he wanted it. I’m surprised at that point my husband didn’t
throw him outside to let him have it. My
little guy likes to chew on anything plastic bag-like. I know of other people whose cats chew on
packing tape, and mine go crazy for it.
But I can’t leave anything out on the counter in any sort of plastic bag
or packaging or he’ll chew the heck out of it.
When we used to eat bread he destroyed quite a few loafs and bags of
buns. This is what I came home to
yesterday.
This was after it was cleaned up. Apparently he played catch
with it too? The powder mix from this
package was all over the kitchen. For
the most part we’ve learned from it. If
we buy clothes, they have to be put away immediately or he’ll try to pull them
out through the plastic. Same thing if
we have a bag of clothes to donate. It
has to go directly to the car. They drive
me crazy sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything!
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