I woke up with a Tylenol-PM-induced hangover and mosquito bites on my legs. I blame my cats. Lately I blame them for everything, mostly because they don't have any response when I tell them whatever is bothering me is their fault. It starts with, "Good morning, kitty, my head hurts. I blame you."
Juniper's reaction to the morning "blame game" ritual is to smack me in the face with her paw... but then again, that's her reaction to just about everything I say. I would be convinced that this act means she hates me but she also spends a good deal of time rubbing her little kitten face against my feet, often causing me to trip over her as I'm trying to get ready to leave in the morning. Wait... maybe she does hate me.
Henrietta doesn't hate me. Henrietta has figured out that I feed her and clean up her litter box and is dutifully respectful and affectionate. But that Juniper... whatta little beotch, huh?
I can't believe I've become the kind of person who blogs about her cats. But there you have it.
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