This is why I can never have a boyfriend
Jun. 22nd, 2011 09:55 pmI have a very considerate cat. When he is hungry in the morning, he waits until my alarm has gone off and then licks noisily at the plastic trash can liner in the trash can next to my bed. When he is hungry in the evening he purrs and rubs against the corner of the closet that contains his food. When he sits in my lap he kneads at first, but only until I tip him over, and then he cuddles in, motionless except for purring.
All of these things fill me with rage.
Even when he is as polite as he can be, and far more polite than anyone could expect a cat to be, when he forces me to change my routine in the precious few hours a day I can actually do exactly what I want to and not what I should, I seriously resent him.
Please don't judge me. I don't abuse my cat and I feed him whenever he's hungry (probably more than enough) and cuddle and play with him (not quite enough). But I don't think an actual person would put up with the verbal abuse I dish out in friendly tones while I do these things.
All of these things fill me with rage.
Even when he is as polite as he can be, and far more polite than anyone could expect a cat to be, when he forces me to change my routine in the precious few hours a day I can actually do exactly what I want to and not what I should, I seriously resent him.
Please don't judge me. I don't abuse my cat and I feed him whenever he's hungry (probably more than enough) and cuddle and play with him (not quite enough). But I don't think an actual person would put up with the verbal abuse I dish out in friendly tones while I do these things.