My Cat is a Jerk, but I Love Him

I always thought of my Uncle Angus as someone who would have created Veggie Tales. He just seems like the kind of guy who would spend time thinking of things like that: singing vegetables. Not that it is a bad thing; I just always assumed that he would have loved to play a part in the making of it in some way. Maybe he did and we just don’t know it? Wouldn’t that be a story to tell?

I want to do something on a regular basis and blogging is fun for me, it has been for a long time.

Anyway, onto something a little bit more interesting than a blog talking about how I like to blog. I ran into my friends Hazel and Leigh, it was great to see them again, and they are planning Valentine celebrations. I am very anti-Valentine’s Day. It started long ago which I was going to a school in Three-Cities-Clumped-Together Land, but I don’t really want to get into that now.

Hmm, what to talk about? Oh. I looked at my credit card bill. I almost died of a heart attack and then last night I was fighting off panic attacks, it was great fun. My cat, Clint, kept looking at me like “Why do you look all pale? What is wrong? Why don’t you want to pet me?” He thinks he is the most perfect thing in the world and I should realize this by giving him all of my attention, but only when HE wants it. Lately, he has taken to attacking my legs. I call his method “Peek-a-Boo” because he hides under the bed, looks once Ah yes; she is sitting right in the middle of the bed. Then he checks a second time Target has not moved, I repeat: Target has not moved. He then shoots out, jumps up, digs his claws into my flesh, rips, and then sprints back under the bed. I think he hopes every time he does this I will not realize where he has gone and in his hope he thinks that he will not be scolded for being an asshole. He is mistaken. Every time.

And every time he does this I am left to wonder why in the hell I decided to get him. And every time afterward he becomes all nice and cuddly and sweet. Then I feel bad for having thoughts of poisoning his food or something like that and then I pet him and then, being as he is an asshole, he again claws the shit out of my leg. Damn cat. But I love him.

I posted this one mainly because I have no idea what to talk about today. Of course, right after I post this I will get an idea and it will be funny and I will have to write it down and yeah. Maybe I will talk about things I ACTUALLY did last night since this was written a little while ago and I was too lazy to make a new one. It actually happened about a week ago. Yup.

Ta ta for now!