the perils of Penelope Pitstop

[the_siobhan]

The cats are driving me bonkers.

It's not their fault, of course. They have no idea where all their humans have gone.

But it's not my fault either, and if a human followed me around and yelled at me the entire time I was in the house I'd have pitched them onto the street by now.

Comments

[greylock]

It's better than the silent treatment.

[nicklausse]

Oh boy. Our current visiting lot aren't spayed because the local Humane Society just picked up 140 cats out of one apartment, and now the ones who were already in comfy foster care are the least of their worries. I get to work among the yowls.

[elusis]

Mine are being straight-up assholes as well. It's bad enough when Zorya needs to be Mommy's Little Butt-Plug and inform me, at all possible times, that She Is A Cat and Cats Need Petting. Now the previously mute Koala T. Cat has found his voice, literally, and decided that announcing his dislike of The Water Situation (nearly 1/3 gone, looks slightly un-fresh) or The Crunchy Situation (a shortage might possibly occur sometime in the next 24-36 hours if no one attends to it and if the twice-daily Gooshy Fud train fails to arrive) or the Existence of Time (we are now X hours away from the next scheduled Gooshy Fud train).

Today it is that he is Lightly Bored. Thanks for letting us know, jerk.

Some days I regret not having a kid. Not today.