In light of recent allegations brought to the forefront of our attention I feel I must admit I have a dusnfuctional relationship with my cats. It could even be categorized as abusive. I love those fur balls so much and they hate me. I pet them; they scratch me. I kiss them on top of their little fuzzy heads; they turn around and hiss showing me a mouth full of stabby teeth. I pick them up to snuggle them, and I am lucky to survive the clawing squirms.
Yet the cats demand food twice daily on a prompt schedule as chosen by the cats themselves, water fresh from the tap of a dripping sink on demand, and pristine litter box related janitorial services from me. Should I slack off in any of the above areas I receive repercussions such as but not limited to:
-Crapping on the floor
-Pissing on my bed
-Pawing at my bedroom door incessantly during the night
-Pawing on me incessantly and meowing in my face with their stinky cat breath
Sadly, I know I am not the only person to experience this shit from their cats. The cats’ time is up, let us all stand together in unity. #MeowToo
Here you see the cats in their native habitat. It is clearly a rough life. Please note the cat in the foreground is on her own personal heating pad.