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Don’t you just love it when you wake up to pee at night and you find your two furr babies sleeping on you and they just glare at you with infinite stare downs of judgement because you woke them up like “excuse you how dare you awaken our slumber full of warms to empty your bladder wtf is wrong with you”
“Hey mom, I see you’re awake and on that computer thing, I guess you’re not busy or sleepy, so here let me just lay on your face.”
He loves mama’s morning breath
As soon as Johnny leaves the bed, Zack tries to suffocate me in my sleep.
I was away for the entire weekend at a really fun marriage retreat, but that also means I was away from my furr babies for three days. I’m glad to know they missed me as much as I missed them (the following me around and the whole meowing and “woman pick me up, where have you been, we have over-due snuggles” were amazing with a pinch of annoying) but this morning I woke up to a little squeaking noise around my room. And then it dawned on me. Mice.
But thank goodness I sleep with two purring kitties on top of me at all times, so as soon as I came to the realization that there might be rodents in my room, I felt Minnie and Zack twitch and pounce off the bed, hissing and chasing something around the room.
While the chase was going down, all I could think of was “Ehehehehe… sic ‘em.”
I fucking love my furry babies; they keep my life rodent and bug-free.
So I’ve been really mean to Minnie lately because she’s very rude to the new cat. And by mean, I just prank her more often than I used to. Like yesterday, I threw her into Diego’s full tub of bubble bath. Then when she ran out, I pinned her down and scrubbed her like crazy with a towel. At one point at night, I made sure I farted in her general direction (as she has done to me so many times before). Today, I grabbed her and pulled the whole “Simba” act on her, and then buried her face into the new cat’s belly and rubbed it all around.
Just now, she hopped up on the couch, put her chin to my knee and fell asleep.
Even though I’ve been quite the nasty owner, she still doesn’t hold anything against me. So many feels.
I was surprised to find her sleeping on the carpet by the main door waiting for me to get home. Lately she’s even been laying by the bathtub, waiting for me to get out of the shower, despite her getting soaked when I get out. Just now she hopped up on my lap and nuzzled at my boobs for love. Ever since she got fixed she’s been even more affectionate than what she used to be, and she used to be pretty affectionate. Whoever said cats aren’t loyal has never had the privilege of being loved by one. Minnie is definitely my shadow.
This persnickety bitch almost never wants to snuggle with me. I know part of her secretly hates me, but she knows I live for spoiling her rotten. And now that I’ve sat down calmly after a busy day to do some catching up on my homework, she decides to sit her royal fat ass on my lap and claw at me until I give her affection. Why can’t she go fly hunting with Minnie is beyond me. It’s fly hunting time. Not nuzzle time. Jeez.
Even if we’re both feeling sick or crummy (she’s desperately in heat) she always sneaks in and steals a nuzzle when mama needs some love.
For some reason Minnie layed on my chest and Ellie was on my shoulder, purring and licking my ears. For an hour and seven minutes. Beyond kitty bonding. I was so scared of moving and ruining the moment.
It’s moments like these that I realize that putting up with them biting at my toes while I sleep and cleaning up their shit daily from the litter box is totally worth it.
