I Think I May Be a Bad Person

My cat won't leave me alone. I woke up at least three times last night to find her sleeping on my stomach/face. She has followed me around all day. I almost tripped over her twice and every time I sit down she is in my lap. Instantly. And she's not quiet about it. It's been "meow, meow, meow" all damn day.





When this photo was taken, I had been sitting for approximately 2.3 seconds.

As I write this post in bed, she is nosing her way under my arms to find a way to snuggle up to my neck. I pushed her away, she came right back.

She has a full food bowl. She has had water from the sink several times (because every time I walk up to my bathroom sink she's right there, "meow, meow, meow!!!") I've breathed in so much cat hair today, I may cough up a hair ball.

When Jet is here, he frightens her enough to give me a little breathing room, but when Sean takes him out of town, she becomes the planet's neediest cat.

I'm a bad person, right? I should find this cute, huh? I don't. I personally find this to be insanely annoying.

If you are interested in welcoming a small black cat with white feet into your home, please contact me ASAP. I am about to snap, and I don't need PETA on my ass.

She would make someone very happy. Someone who doesn't own a dog and who enjoys feeling needed. Surely someone reading this has recently been thinking about getting a cat- she's the cat for you! She's declawed. And, as I've expressed, she's very loving.

Please. Someone. Take my cat. Just, someone take her please. Please.


-- Post From My iPhone