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Cat Sat

I have been cat-sitting for almost two weeks. The family returns tonight, and I feel a bit relieved.

Don't get me wrong, I like their cat. It's the cuddliest creature known to mankind. It comes when called (usually) and likes nothing better than kneading a place on my lap to lay down on. I haven't had to touch the litter box, and it kept my feet warm at night.

However, these are the things that remind me why I don't plan on owning pets in the near future:
  1. They shed. Everywhere.
  2. They need constant, daily attention. You can't just leave them on their own for two weeks.
  3. They don't understand facial expressions and subtle communication. This means I'm left with violent urges when annoyed.
  4. They lick disgusting things and then think they can lick me.
  5. They kill things (at least, this cat did. On the front step, leaving only the mouse entrails for me to clean up... *shudder*).
  6. Their food smells gross.
  7. They cause allergies.
  8. They wake up earlier than I do in the morning. Or at least, earlier than I would if I weren't in charge of feeding them.
  9. They make laptop work difficult. (see below)


I think that's it. You were fun, Licorice. But I'm glad you're not mine.

Comments

Someone who likes anapodotons said…
Beth, I appreciate your literary style and particularly your anapodotons. A lot. (Okay, I tried. Big Fail. I know). You have truly mastered the art of rhetoric. Unlike me. But I have not gone to Guelph . . .

I also think you are trying to look wrathful against the cat in that picture on purpose.

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